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PREFACE.
These Reminiscences of David Kennedy, the Scottish singer,
have been written to meet the wishes of many friends, pubUc
as well as private. Of public friends he had very many, for
during the last ten years of his life he was so much at home
with his audiences that to have heard him frequently was to
know him as a friend.
With this sketch of his Life a few of his letters have been
given, and an attempt made (from memory and from a few
shorthand notes by our brother David) to set down some of
his platform remarks and stories of Scottish Life. Two of his
longer " Humorous Stories " — the first entirely original, the
second nearly so — are given as an appendix.
The narrative of our Travels which follows is a revision
and condensation of three books already published, entitled,
" Kennedy's Colonial Travel," " Kennedy in India," and
"Kennedy at the Cape," prepared for republication by our
brother David shortly before his death. With the exception
of a little necessary cutting, it appears here as he left it
M. K.
5 MajSM Road, Edinbntgh,
July, 1887.
REMINISCENCES OF LIFE AND WORK.
CHAPTER I.,
Parentage — Perth Weavers—" Hoc oor John sochl me for his wife " —
School days — "Young Lochinvar" — Apprenticeship — Templeton
—His Father's Glee C\ah—D/iut as a Solo Singer-" Wae's me
for .Prince Charlie " — Precentorship — London — Marriage — Vocal
Tuition.
CHAPTER U., ...
Beginning of Professional Career — Edinburgh — Teaching — Study of
" Auld Scots Sangs " — Singing at Burns Centenary in Liverpool —
His Love of Bqrns — Concerts in Edinburgh- Scoltish Tours-
First Appearance in London — Success — Removal lo London —
First American Tour, '66 — Travelling Experiences — California —
The Mormons— Retora to Scotland in '69— Scoti Centenary.
CHAPTER III.,
Tour Round the World—Starts for Australia in '72— Letters from
Australia, New Zealand, and Canada- His Father's Death— Cali-
fornia — Canada — Return to Scotland in 1876 — Letter about
Royalty Songs — Additional Verses to Old. Songs — His Opinion of
the Seollish Songs— Self Criticism- London Season, '77— South
African Tour, '79— Indian Tour, Winter '79-'8o — Letters from
India— Italy— Letter from Lake Como— Conceit in Milan— Loss
of Son and two Daughters in Nice — Third American Tour, '81-:-
Farewell Australian Tour, '83-'84— Return to Scotland— Death of
eldest Son, David — Last Appearance in London, '86^Farewell
American Tour— Illness and Death— His Sympathetic Nature-
Musical Enthusiasm — Favourite Authors — Patriotism — "Scots
Wha Hae"— Politics— What he vras to the Scots Abroad— His
Readings of Scots Sangs— "The Weary Pun'"— "The Wee, Wee
German Lairdie " — His Place Among Scottish Singers.
APPENDIX—
" Saunders M'Clashan's Courtship,"
"The Minister's Fiddle."
SINGING ROUND THE WORLD.
CHAPTER I., 13
The Voyage— Melbourne — A Chinese Theatre — Melbourne InstitntioiK
— Aostraliao weather — The People of Melbourne — Our Concerts in
Melbourne— Batlant — Down a Gold Mine — Geelong— Sindhnnt
— Echuca— Purchasing Coach and Hones— A Stom in the Bush.
CHAPTER II., ... , 30
The "Stonj Rises" — A Squatting Station — A Drove of Kai^^aroos —
The Bosh and Bush Roads — The Middle I>is>iogs — Coaching to
CHAPTER ni., 45
Sydney — The "Lamkin" — Piiiainatta — Brisbane — The Witds ot
Qoeenslimd — Gjrmpie Gold Fields — Qoeensland Blacks — Rock-
hampton — DaiUi^ Downs — Stantbotpe Tin Mines.
CHAPTER IV 63
New South Wales again — Aveisatile Beadle — Our Dog Uno — Australian
Hotels and Bush Inns — Hot Weathei — Deserted bj oar Drive^^
Dpset
CHAPTER V. 76
A Trip throngh Tasmania — Hobart Town — Laonceston.
CHAPTER VI., 83
South Australia — Adelaide — A Feast of Grapes — A Plagne of Mosquitoes
—The CotinlTjr Towns.
CHAPTER VII. 8»
Voyage to New Zealand— Dnnedin-The Water of Ldth— A Toar
through Otago — A Conceit in a Bam- The Highlands of Otago.
10 Contents.
CHAPTER \ III*, ... ... ... ... ,,, io6
The Lake Diitrict— The Arrow River Diggings — Oamaru — Perilous
Fording of the Woitaki.
CHAPTER IX*} ... ... ... ... ... 11^
The Canterbury Plains~Christchurch~A Waterloo Veteran — ^Welling-
ton.
CHAPTER X.y ••• >•• ••• ... ... ^33
Em route for the Hot Lakes— Waikato Valley— Rangariri Battlefield—
A Military Outpost — A Weary Horse- Ride — ^A Night in a Maori
House.
CHAPTER A.l»| ••• ••• ... ... 1 4^
The Volcanic Country — Bathing in a Hot Lake — ^A Maori Pah — The
Great Geyser of Whaka-rewa-rewa.
CHAPTER X.ll.| ••• ••• ••• ... ... ^5'
ricnc's " Maison de Repos "— Rotomahana— The White Terrace— The
Hot Springs — The Pink Terrace — ^A Dangerous Horse Ride.
CHAPTER XIIL, ... ... ... ... 163
Mount Tongariro — Napier — Crossing the Manawatu dorge — Wanganui
— Leaving New Zealand.
HTHAPTER XIV., ... ... ... ... ... 175
Return to Melbourne — ^The Ex-Kingof Fiji— A Terrible Storm — Voyage
to Honolulu.
k'^HAPTER XV., ... ... ... ... ... 182
San Francisco— The City and the People— The Trans-Continental Rail-
way — Salt Lake City — A Mormon Sermon — Chicago^Hotel Life
in America.
CHAPTER XVL, ... ... ... 202
Crossing into Canada — Toronto— Niagara — Winter Life in Ontario-
Sleigh Journeys — Kingston — Ottawa — Montreal— Tobogganing —
The Ice Shove — Quebec.
CHAPTER XVIL, ... 225
The Maritime Provinces — New Brunswick— Nova Scotia — Newfound-
land.
CHAPTER XVIII., ... ... ... ... 240-
Vojage lo the Cape— Amving in Table Bay— Cape TowD— Table Monn-
tain— Port Eiiiabeih— Grahamstown— Up-CouaUy Travelling—
The Veldt— Tale of a Kafir War.
CHAPTER XIX., ... ... ... ... ... 258
Lovedale Kafir Institution — Crossing the Kat Beij — Burghersdoip — The
Orange Rivei — A Boer Family — Bloemfontein — A Dopper Nacht-
CHAPTER XX., ... ... ... ... ... 274
Kimberley — The Great Mine— Rehrni Jqainey through the Free Stale
— Fauresmith — Perils of the Road— Ctadock — Graaf Reinet.
CHAPTER XXI., ... ... ... ... ... 2&9
Natal — Durban — Pielermaritibuig — The Zolus — Bishop Colenso — Re-
lics of Isandhlwana — The Native Contingent — A kindly Souvenir —
Farewell lo South Africa.
CHAPTER XXII., 29*
Calcutta— The European Quarter — Native Servants — A Hindoo Festi-
val— Street Seenes—Charches— Society— The Twilight Drive—
Collies— Native Music — Vist to a Zenana — A Sail on the Hot^hly
— Our Concerts.
CHAPTER XXm., ... ... .,. ... 323
Travelling in India— A Railway Town — A Military Station — Holy Ben-
ares — A Search for a Piano — Temples and " Baksheesh " — Allaha-
bad — An Up-country Station — Hindoo Devotees — Jubbulpore.
CHAPTER XXIV., ... ... ... ... 34J
The Residency and PaEaces of Lucknow— Cawnpoie- An enlhusiislic
Guide — Bombay — A Parsee Bill- Poster — A Marriage Procession —
The Caves of Elephanta.
CHAPTER XXV.,... .'. 357
Agia— The Fort of Akbar— The Pearl Mosque— The Taj— Humours of
Concert -giving in India— Delhi — Lahore — A picnic at Shalimar —
The Daily Life of out Boy— Meerul— Back to Calcutta- Farewell
CHAPTER XXVI.,
Madras— Ceylon— The Cinehalese — Aden— Suez and Port Said —
Maltese Monastery — Gibraltar to Southampton.
Family Reminiscences of David Kennedy,
the Scottish Singer.
Chapter \.— Early Life.
David Kennedy was bom in the city of Perth, on the
fifteenth of April in the year 1825. His father and grand-
father were also natives of Perth, but his great-great-grand-
father, John Kennedy, belonged to a family or small clan of
Kennedys in Foss, in the north of Perthshire, and was, in fact,
gillie to the Laird of Foss, whom he accompanied to the fatal
Held of CuUoden. The Laird was killed but his gillie escaped.
The story goes that when he got home the lady called him
" coward " for having come back without his master, and he
felt her reproach so keenly that he never forgot it Others of
the family were driven from their homes after the failure of
the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745-46, and some found their way
to Canada, and later to Australia, where their descendants,
thriving colonists, claimed kinship with " The Kennedys "
when singing round the world. One family in particular,
settled near Ottawa (the seat of the Canadian Government),
had so increased and multiplied on the face of the earth that
when, as on every occasion of our professional visits to the
city, we assembled in the farm house of the patriarch of
the family, no fewer than forty Kennedys were present in the
one room. The day was spent in social enjoyment, one never-
lO Reminiscences of David Ke?uiedy,
failing feature of these gatherings being the singing of
HandeFs Hallelujah chorus by the united families.
It was not from the Kennedys, however, that he inherited
his vocal and dramatic power and his intense enthusiasm for
Scottish Songs. His grandfather, David Kennedy, was a man
of phlegmatic temperament, but his grandmother, Mary More,
was a remarkable woman. Gifted with a beautiful voice, a rare
intelligence, and a retentive memory, she was one of those
who, from generation to generation, have preserved and handed
down the rich traditional ballad lore of Scotland.
The next generation of Kennedys were all more or less
musically gifted — our father's own father David, his uncle
Thomas, and one of his aunts being exceptionally so. His
aunt inherited the beautiful voice and ballad repertoire of
Mary More, and his father and uncle became leading lights in
their own musical world. They were appointed precentors in
two of the largest Presbyterian kirks in Perth ; his father in
the " North Kirk " and his uncle in the " South Kirk," and by
the single unaided voice they led congregations of over a
thousand people. It was no easy matter, for everybody sang
in the kirk in those days, and with characteristic Scottish
conscientiousness, the auld folk thought themselves in duty
bound to sing every word of the Psalms, whether they could
keep pace with the precentor or not
One well-known old character, an inveterate snuffef, our
grandfather used to tell us, habitually left off in the middle of
a verse, deliberately blew his nose with his red pocket
"neepkin," and having carefully marked his place would re-
commence where he left off, oblivious to the fact that the
precentor and the rest of the congregation were two lines in
advance of him.
The elder Kennedys, in addition to the church work,
Early Life. i f
oi^anized glee clubs and gave concerts in Perth and the
neighbourhood. They being away from home one night
assisting at a concert, little Davie, then barely three years old,
was left alone in the house with his mother, and we have heard
him say that his earliest recollection was of that night, for a
big black Aog pushed open the latched door and took pos-
session of the room, to his infinite terror, until the arrival of his
father and uncle.
His father was an upright, stern disciplinarian, a purist in
musical matters, a diligent student of harmony and Handel's
compositions, and was called by his cronies " Auld Super-
tonic," because of his habitual use of technical terms in
discussing or teaching music. He was a man of independent
mind and observed a rigid economy, so that he "owed no man
anything." This habit of economy, to secure "the glorious
privilege of being independent," he carefully instilled into his
son, and one day, giving him three " bawbees " to spend at the
fair, he said, " You are at liberty to spend it all, Davie, but the
less you spend the more I will think of you."
He also instructed him in the CalvinistJc doctrines of the
Presbyterian Church and the Voluntary principles of the
" seceders," and took great pains to train him up in an
accurate knowledge of the Shorter Catechism. But Davie's
first interview with "the minister," when in the course of the
periodical " visiting " he called at his father's house, was a sore
trial to both father and son. The worthy man asked him the
usual questions from the Shorter Catechism, in all of which his
father knew him to be letter perfect, but Davie was so
paralyzed with awe that he could not recall a single answer,
and at parting he sank, if possible, into still deeper disgrace
by giving the minister his left hand.
Though an only child for eleven years, he gave his mother
1 2 Reminiscences of David Kenfudy.
more trouble than half-a-dozen ; and many a night when the
young wanderer came home in a sorely tattered condition, she
mended his " breeks " before the morning, to save him from a
father's lecture and lickin*. She was a patient, industrious,
undemonstrative woman, fond enough and proud enough of
her boy, but like most Scottish women of her time, little
used to giving expression to her feelings in every-day
life. "My dear this," and "My dear that," were seldom
heard at Scottish firesides, and there was a current saying,
that "where there's mickle love in the mouth there's little
love in the heart*' On the long winter nights, when the day's
work was done, she sat at her wheel and span by the dim
light of an oil cruisie, and her laddie, weary of the dull mono-
tony of the house and the want of congenial society, would say,
**Mither, can I get oot?" No answer. "Mither, can I get
oot?" Still no reply. "Mither, can I get oot?" "I'm easy,
laddie " (I am content, you have my permission). That was
enough. The blue bonnet with the red cherry in the crown was
snatched up, and a rush made to the door-cheek. His appear-
ance there was the signal to all the laddies of the neighbour-
hood. " Here 's Davie Kennedy," they cried ; " noo for fun."
He was the leader in all their sports ; and when innocent sport
failed, they turned to mischief.
Many an auld wife that kept a "shoppie" found in the
morning that her gingerbread elephants and " sweetie " rabbits
and clay pipes which she had placed on the window-frame the
day before had fallen from their high estate, and as she picked
up the fragments of the broken sweets and replaced the uninjured
would mutter to herself, " Thae deils o' laddies."
But one night they hit upon a plan that was far grander fun
than "chappin"* on auld wives' window-panes, their chosen
«'ictim on this occasion being an auld* weaver.
Perth Weavers. 1 3
Hand-loom weaving was at that time the principal means of
livelihood in the neighbourhood of Perth, and was generally
carried on at home, the smaller houses consisting of only two
rooms, a " but " and a " ben," with rafters for the roof, and a
clay floor. The "but" was the kitchen, bedroom.and parlour;
the " ben " was the workshop where the loom stood. On their
nightly raids the laddies flattened their noses against many a
weaver's window-panes, and peered in at the solitary occupant
of the room. To the young mind there was a sense of eeriness
in listening to the quiet but unceasing click-clack, click-clack
of the shuttle, and in watching the lonely figure, seated on the
bench, guiding it to and fro with the patient constancy of a
machine.
The weaver in question was an auld doited body long past
work, who yet went through the form of working from mere
habit He had been a beau in his youth, and still wore the
high silk hat and black silk stock, without which he was never
seen, even at his loom. What his history was who can tell?
but he was an unfailing source of interest to the boys, and the
auld " lum " hat was an irresistible bait to the band on mischief
bent
One summer night, their dark plan having been laid, they
stole, in the friendly dusk of the long twilight, into the ill-lighted
room. Fixing the end of a long black thread to the crown of
the old silk hat, they passed it over a crossbeam of the loom
above the bench where the old man sat and holding the other
end of the thread outside the door, they waited. He sat
croonin awa' to himsel' as was his custom, taking no notice of
what was going on around him. Gently, cautiously, they pulled
the thread and slightly raised the hat He just settled it on
his head again and went on with his croonin'. Again and again
the bat was raised and ireplaced, and he never awakened to the
14 Reminiscetices of David Kemiedy,
fact that anything unusual was happening till it gradually as-
cended above his head and disappeared. There was a simul-
taneous disappearance of the boys, who made a bee-line down
the street after their leader, for the old man was irrascible
enough when provoked.
For two years Davie assisted his father (who was himself a
weaver) in filling the bobbins, but it was a monotonous, me-
chanical occupation, which he could not endure. To relieve
the tedium many a song was sung to the metronome-like click
of the shuttle, and to this practice he attributed in great mea-
sure, his father's accurate sense of time.
The weavers as a class were known to be eccentric and
original ; independent thinkers and much given to discus-
sion on political, theological, and other questions. News-
papers being an expensive luxur>' in those days, a single
copy had to serve at least a dozen families, and this gave
rise to gatherings at the stairhead during diet hours, known
as "committees," at which the news of the day was read
aloud and commented upon by the assembled auditors.
There was a representative committee for every score of
houses or so, one meeting at the " Clay Holes " (where our
father was brought up), another at the " Loan " (where he
first lived after his marriage), and another at the not distant
suburb of " Dovecotland." Here was opportunity for the exer-
cise of much natural oratory, passionate enough at times, fired
as it was by the Chartist excitement then smouldering. A
number of Chartists in Perth held their meetings in an under-
ground cellar lit only by a few tallow candles, and at night
young Davie was wont to creep in there unperceived, and hid-
ing behind some empty casks, to " assist " at their proceedings.
His father's house was lonely for a lad of his ardent tempera-
ment, so his favourite " howfs" were his grannie's and his aun-
" Hoo oor John sochl me for his wife"
15
tie's, where he heard many an auld ballad and many an "auld
warld" tale. His grannie spoiled him, as most grannies do, and
her house was always a place of refuge in time of trouble.
At his auntie's he heard many a gossip between her and her
■cronies. " Toots, never heed the laddie," they said ; " he is
ower young to understand oor clavers." And so he was, but
the words of their talk fell upon his ears like seed upon good
ground, and bringing forth fruit in after life formed the basis
of many a humorous love story that touched the hearts of his
audiences in all parts of the world. " Hoo oor John socht me
for his wife " was most directly derived from this source — and
here we give it as nearly as possible in his own words, though
the truth is these stories were seldom told twice alike, and
many a time, if his audience entered into it heartily, the story
grew with added inspiration. This is merely the skeleton, to
be filled in not only with other details, but above all with our
father's own personality.
" Behold twa auld wives seated at the fireside drinking the
1 6 Reminiscences of David Kenjiedy.
blackest of tea, the old brown teapot at the fire, blackened
. with use and broken at the stroup. * Eh, woman, but that's
grand tea — it sticks to the roof o' yer moo ! Nane o' yer new
fangled German silver teapats for me ; ye dinna get the guid o*
the tea unless it stands half an hour at the fire.'
" There they sit, cracking ower their young days, the one
nervous, thin, black-eyed — poetic ; the other squat and stout,
practical, matter-of-fact — prosaic. But they both enjoy a
gossip, and keckle ower the stories o* their courtin, the recollec-
tion of which seems even sweeter than the reality. * Eh, but
thae were grand days, thae young days ; weel dae I mind —
dear me, this is the very nicht forty years sin that oor John
socht me for his wife. TU tell ye the whole sXoTy — if yc'll pro-
mise to tell me what your man said to you when he socht you ;
but ye mauna repeat it, mind ye, to ony other body.
" John and me had gane thegither for five year. It's a lang
time, and I began to weary on John — a woman does na like to
hing on ower lang, ye ken — I was beginnin' to be feared that
if he didna speak soon he wadna speak ava.
" * Tuesday nichts and Friday nichts were John's nichts, so
John an' me were rale sib. Weel, ye ken, my faither's hoose
stood in the middle o' a garden, and when John cam to see me
he gae three raps on the window. Some chicls gae twa raps
and some four raps and a whistle, but our John, ye ken, just gae
three raps. Weel, this nicht we were a' sittin at the fireside,
three raps cam to the window, and my heart gae a dunt, for
I kenned it was him. But I never let on, ye ken. By and by
I laid doon the stockin' I was darning, and slippit oot quietly,
and says I, " Is that you, John ? " and oot o' the dark a deep
voice says, " Ay, it's me, Janet." Then I heard a motion
among the busses, and it cam' nearer and nearer till John was
at my side, and eh ! sic a wark he made wi' me.'
" Hoo oor John sochi me for his wife" 17
" ' Eh, woman, look at that deil o' a laddie glowerin' at ye
and takin' in a' ye say.'
" ' Hoots, awa, woman t the laddie's ower young to under-
stand oor clavers. Here's a piece an' treacle tae ye, Davie.
That'll shut his mouth and his lugs baith.'
" ' Weel, awa doon the brae we gaed thegither. " It's a fine
nicht," says I. " Grand weather for the craps," says John, but
no anither word did he speak. John was never a great hand
at sayin' muckle, and this nicht he was waur than ever. So
doon the brae we gaed, and I fand John's arm slippin' roond
my waist By and by I made believe to miss my foot, ye ken,
and that gar'd John hand me tighter ! I'm tellin' ye the whole
truth, altho' I think black bumin' shame. Folks thinks that
it's the lads that coorts the lasses, it's naething o' the kind, it's
the lasses that coorts the lads, for I'm sure,' said the auld wife^
'if I hadna gi'en John a hand, he wad never hae gotten on ava,'
" ' Eat awa at yer piece and treacle, laddie, and dinna glower
at me like that'
"' Weel, at the foot o' the brae we sat doon aneath a bus',
whaur there was just room for John and me, and it's bonnie
branches hid us frae every mortal e'e. Even the impertinent
man in the moon, that sees sae mony things he shouldna see,
couldna see in on us that nicht There we sat a lang
time, and John as usual said naething, but a' this time his arm
was round my waist, and at last it began to shake, and he said,
"Janet," and thinks I to mysfel' I've catched John at last;
but something stuck in his throat, for he said nae main And
there we sat and sat, an' better sat, an' eh ! we were sae happy.
" Surely," thinks I, " this is heaven upon earth." But all of a
sudden John ^tonished me, for a better behaved young man
never lived, he took a haud o' my head and he pressed it till
his bosom, and I fand his heart knock, k-nock, k-nockin' against
1 8 Reminiscences of David Kennedy,
ixiy lug, and says he to me, says he, " Janet, Janet, w-w-will
ye, will ye marry me ? " Eh, woman ! was na I richt glad to
hear that ! ! But a lassie canna expect to hear that very
often in her life, so she maunna be in a hurry to answer.
The tears were rinnin* doon my cheeks. John's arm was
round my waist; and my head was on John's bosom, and
his heart was k-nockin' waur than ever. But I didna wait
ower lang, for fear I should lose him a'thegither ; so says I to
him, says I, " Jo-o-hn, yes," and wi* that oor John gaed clean
daft a'thegither, and he fairly worried me up wi' kisses.'
" * Hoot, awa' woman,' said the prosaic wife, * sic ongaeins !
My man and me were na sic fools. When my man cam' to see
me, he cam' into the hoose like ony decent man — to be sure
there was nane but him and me in the hoose at the time — and
he sits doun in my father's chair, puts his tae leg ower the tither,
and toasts his taes at the fire. ** Ony news ?" says I. " Ou ay,"
says he ; " I've ta'en a hoose." " Ta'en a hoose ?" says I. "Ay !
ta'en a hoose ^x\A fumishin' a hoose." "Losh be here," quo I,
" ta'en a hoose and furnishin' a hoose 1 Wha are ye furnishin'
the hoose for?" " I'm furnishin' the hoose for you." " Oh, if
that be the way o't, it wad be a great pity to lose the guid
furniture." ' " Such the talk he heard at his auntie's.
His mother, like most frugal and industrious wives of that
time, went as a rule in the autumn to work at the "hairst"
(harvest gathering), and she took Davie with her. That was
before the days of reaping machines, when the harvest was
gathered in by rows of sturdy, merry bandsters of both sexes,
and they, when the evening shadows fell, gathered into the barn
and beguiled the time telling stories and singing songs, many
of which are only now, for the first time, seeing the light in a
published form. Here the young lad heard the traditional
versions of the old songs and mingled in such scenes as sur-
School Days. 19
rounded Robert Burns, and was thus fitted for his life work by
seeing the last of that form of peasant life which gave birth to
much that is noblest and purest in Scottish minstrelsy.
At five years of age he was sent to school. He was a good
scholar, but it was on reading days that he came to the front
and made his teacher feel proud of him. Elocution was a
favourite study with Crichton, the master, and our father
always said that he owed much to him for this early initiation
into the art of reading.
He was fond of introducing a scene from his schoolboy days
when prefacing Sir W. Scott's ballad of " Young Lochinvar."
This had been a favourite piece for reciting in Crichton's
School, and was often chosen for declamation on certain Satur-
day mornings, when friends and former pupils (tall lads from the
■college, of whom the school laddies stood greatly in awe),
gathered in to " assist " at the recitals. There is the master,
pacing to and fro, more excited than any of the boys, and
shouting "Silence!" merely to relieve the tenson of his own
nervous state. And the chosen boys, ranged along the wall on
the unsteady elevation afforded by a narrow form, are not
likely to have much freedom in suiting the action to the word.
There is the dux, a boy with a large head, globular eyes and
retentive memory, and next to him the hero of the school, the
laddie whose pouches were aye stuffed wi' " calk " and
" skeelie," and string and " bools," and who could run fastest,
climb highest, and eat more raw turnips without injury to his
digestion, than any other boy in the school. But whatever
their other qualifications, they cannot satisfy their teacher with
the reading of the ballad, and it ends by his showing to them
(and to the admiring audience), how it ought to be done.
At sixteen years of age he was apprenticed to Douglas the
house-painter, and now b^an a life of hard work and hard
20 R£m:KL:.:i7L:^s ^f Crzii Alrc^^^V.
He commenced wt>rk at sx m the mommg^ and
finished at e^:fat in the eYcmi^. But the diet hours were
precious, and he never sopped his 'halesomeparritch' or mid>
day " kail " withoot a book in one hand, while the spoon was
doing service in the other. He was so wearied sometimes
when he came home at n^t, that Sit^ue overcame hunger^
and he fell asleep with the bread in his moath.
The love of reading was with him a passion that lasted till
death. Enthusiasm characterized everj-thing fliat he saki or
did ; exaggeration, men of colder nature called it The Kirk
Library was ransacked for books to satisfy his craving for
information and mental stimulus, and he never forgot the
benefit he had derived from it, when in later life he sang for
the benefit of such institutions in his own and other lands.
On returning to Perth once after a lengthened absence, he
crept up the library stairs on his hands and knees in loving
memory of the enthusiastic reading days of his youth.
On Sunday mornings he woke at four, got his book and read
till breakfast time. One Sunday morning his mother found
him reading "Rollin's Ancient History," and being a strict
Sabbatarian was anxious to know what he w^as poring over.
" Eh, laddie, what's that ye're readin'?" she asked. " It's the
history o' Egypt, mither," he replied. " That's a' richt then,
Davie," she said, quite reassured, and left him undisturbed till
the special duties of the day began. These were not light,
and left little time for reading. Three times to the kirk they
went, and once to the Sabbath School, and as he grew older
the morning Bible Class was added to the list
With all the economy of his father's household there was no
sense of poverty. The cheap musical publications of the pre-
sent day, putting classical works within the reach of all, were
then undreamt of, yet our grandfather had a good though
Joht TempUton. 21
small musical library, and his own copy of the " Messiah," a
lai^ folio edition, is the finest we yet have. It is inscribed
in his own hand —
DAVID KENNEDY,
PRKCBNTOR TO THl NOBTH UNITED SECESSION CHURCH,
Perth, 1S43.
They attended every concert that was given in Perth, eagerly
scanning the programmes for novelties, and were familiar with
the repertoires of the elder Braham, John Wilson, John Tem-
pleton, Russell, etc While still considered too young to be
admitted into the enjoyment of such privileges, Davie was
even a more enthusiastic worshipper than his elders at the
shrines of the great singers, as the following incident will show.
One night John Templeton was singing in the Theatre in
Perth. The young 'prentice laddie was working in a house
some ten or twelve miles distant, in the Carse o' Gowrie. On
the night of the concert the rain fell in torrents, and the road
to Perth was lost in darkness. He had no money to pay for
admission, and no means of reaching Perth save on his own
feet ; but he was not to be deterred by such impediments — his
youthful enthusiasm knew no obstacles. He ran all the way,
" skelpin' on thro' dub and mire," and covered the distance in
two hours. When he arrived at the theatre door the concert
bad begun, so he listened at the keyhole during the remainder
of the performance, and the rain which had gathered on the
ledge of the roof dripped steadily down on the back of his
neck, sufficient surely to have cooled the ardour of any feeling
short of unquenchable enthusiasm 1
Next morning he had to be back to his work in the Carse
by six o'clock. But now the rain had ceased, the sky was
clear, and-he had heard the great singer, so be walked lightly
22 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
back by the road that had seemed so dark the night before,
singing lustily to himself one of Templeton's favourite songs —
" There was a jolly beggar, and a beggin* be was boon*.
An' he took np his quarteks into a landwart toon ;
An' well gang nae mair a roiin' sae late into the nicht —
Well gang nae mair a rorin' tho' the moon diine e'er sae brichL
An' we'll gang nae mair a rovin'
.» »»
The chorus of this song gave Templeton an opportunity for
considerable display in fioriture, which, according to the pre*
vaih'ng musical taste of the period, was considered essential to
effective public singing. This now antiquated taste, as far as
ballad singing is concerned, was instanced years afterwards in
the criticism of an old man on our father's singing after one of
his concerts, given in a town in Fife. He was walking home,
and having overtaken some of the audience, he overheard this
old man remark that '* That man couldna sing ava', he had nae
floorishes ! " But Templeton was a perfect master of the florid
school of singing, and like most tenor singers of his time, in-
dulged freely in the use of the falsetto voice. This may ac-
count, to some extent, for his early loss of vocal power and
consequent disappearance from public life when under fifty
years of age.
Our father became intimately acquainted with him in after
life, and made many a pilgrimage to Tempi Villa, the cosy
little house in the village of New Hampton on the Thames,
some twelve miles out of London, where the old singer lived in
retirement for over thirty years.
Apropos of these visits to Tempi Villa, the following reminis-
cence from the letter of one who was equally the friend of
Templeton and Kennedy may be of interest : —
" Your father, Robert, and I had arranged to spend an after-
noon in June, some years ago, with Templeton. The old
John Templeton. 23
gentleman was then in excellent health ; and upon our arrival
at Fullwell Station, we found hira sitting in an open ' fly '
waiting for us. We had arranged that we should have a twa
hours' drive, and then a ' toosie tea ' at Tempfe Villa. The
night was beautiful, and ere the sun went down we were seated
beneath a fine old tree on the lawn. Temp& garden looked its-
best The roses were in full bloom. The fragrant honeysuckle
hung in clusters over our heads. The birds were warbling forth
their matchless songs. The human songsters were unco croose
and very happy, indulging in a wee, wee drappie. All at once
your father sprang to his feet with the exclamation, ' Templeton^
do you know what day this is ? ' ' No,' ' It is the twenty-fourth
of June — the anniversary of Bannockbum. Uncover every son
of Scotland, and drink to the immortal memory of Bruce and
Wallace!' With that New Hampton echoed and resounded
with the mighty war-song ' Scots wha hae,' sung in a manner
rarely beard in the concert-room even when the trumpet tones
of the master-minstrel were at their best"
When John Templeton revisited Scotland, as he usually did
every summer, he was always a welcome guest at our father's
house in Edinburgh. We were all familiar with the appearance
of the venerable old man with the flowing white hair and beard,
but could find little trace in him of the elegant young singer of his
earlier portraits. Many a story he told us of his early pro-
fessional life and connection with Malibran, and of his travels
in Scotland and America before the days of railways. He
died only two months before our father in his 85th year, and
the world, hearing of his death, was astonished — he had been
dead to the world for so many years.
Davie's 'prentice life, though a hard one, was a bright one.
One summer he was employed in the country at the house of a
Mrs. Campbell, whose elder son Sandy was very musical.
24 RcfninLiCcKCcS of Dai id Kenrudy.
He had been away from home at the time of the house
painting, and when he returned his mother greeted him with —
^ Eh, Sandy, it's a great pit>- >-e werena at hame last week, for
we had a grand singin^ painter laddie worldn' here." Her two
sons emigrated to Canada — the younger settling in Stratford,
Ontario (where our father died), the elder on a farm some forty
miles distant The latter never missed an opportunity of
driving to the nearest town to hear again ^ the grand singin'
painter laddie," and these two brothers, Perth laddies like
himself, were the last friends admitted to see him on his death-
bed.
When old enough to be initiated into the m^'steries of part-
singing, Davie was made a member of his father's glee club,
and then it was that he acquired that love of the old English
unaccompanied part music that prompted him, when his family
grew up around him, to train them in the singing of the glees
and madrigals which found such acceptance at their concerts
when singing round the world.
Our grandfather's voice was a pure, light tenor, in quality
resembling that of John Wilson, who was his beau ideal of a
singer, and for years he refused to believe in his son's qualifica-
tion for the profession he finally adopted, he being, in many
respects, so distinct from his famous predecessor.
Davie had been singing alto for some time at his father's
concerts, when one night he was put down on the programme
for a solo, the piece chosen for his debut being the exquisitely
beautiful Jacobite song ** Wae's me for Prince Charlie." He
was quite overcome with nervousness, and unconsciously as
he proceeded, he gradually turned his face away from the
audience, his head being completely averted at the close of the
song. In after life this was one of his favourite songs, and his
introduction to it (original, as indeed were all his prefatory
\
" JVae's me for Prince Charlie"
25
cemarks to the songs) was very beautiful If we transcribe it,
it may give those who never heard him an idea of his manner
of prefacing the songs, vivifying the main points and surround-
ing them with beautiful, interesting, or touching details which
revealed new beauties in songs already almost hackneyed
favourites, and in certain instances rescued misunderstood
5ongs from semi-oblivion.
The story of " Wae's me for Prince Charlie " is supposed to
take place immediately after the failure of the last attempt of
the exiled Stuart race to regain their forefathers' throne.
Prince Charlie has had to fly for his life, thirty thousand
pounds being offered for his head, and has spent many weeks
■of privation in the Western Highlands and Islands before
effecting his escape to France. The words of the song are as
Tollows : —
A wee bird cam' to oor ha' door.
He warbled sweet and cleaily,
An' aye the owercome o' his sang
Was "Wae'sme for Prince Charlie!"
Oh, when I heaid the bonnie bonnie bird
The tears cain' drappin' sarely,
I took my bannel affmy head.
For weel I lo'ed Ftince Charlie [
Qnoth I, " My bird, my bonnie bonnie
bird.
Is that a tale ye borrow,
Oi is't some words ye've learnt by rote.
Or a lilt o' dool an' sorrow ? "
"Oh ! no, no, BO," the wee bird sang.
But lie a day o' wind and tain —
O ! wae's me for Prince Charlie !"
" On hi]k that are by richt his ain
He roams a lonely stranger.
On ilka Mde he's pressed by want.
On ilka fide by daogei.
Yestreen I met him in a glen,
My heart maist burstit lairly,
For sairly changed indeed was he,
O I wae's me for Prince Charlie !"
Dark nicbt came on, the tempest roared
Cold o'er the hills and valleys.
An' whaur was't that your prince lay
Wbase hame should been a palace P
He rowed him in a Highland plaid
Which covered him but sparely,
An' slept beneath a bush o' bioom,
O ! wae's me for Prince Charlie !
But now the bird saw some red coats,
An' he ehook his wings wi' anger,
" Oh ! this is no a land for me,
I'll larry here nae langer."
Awhile he hovered on the wing
Ere he departed fair)]',
But weel I mind the fareweel strain
Was "Wae's me for Prince Charlie !"
T.
There £3 do hint in tbe scci? as to the character of the Jaoobrte
scrger. ve oclv krvDv ^'m to be a ran by tbe act of baring the
head :n revereace. Bet Kenaedy vas cever happy in render-
ing a socg unless be coold, first to himself and then to his
acdfence, imperscrate the singer. And these impersonations
vere all taken from life, the ok! man in the follovii^ instance
befng his own Jacsbtte ancestor who returned from Colloden,
and who, when he was an o!d man, sat and grat by the fire
and moaned to hfmself over the failure of the Jacobite
Rebellion. The following was my fathers introduction to the
v>ng, sketched in brief sentences, the result of long experience
in pabsic speaking : —
•* Ac day a wee bird was fl>-ing from tree to tree seeking
food for its young, when it spied the hunted prince scougin^
aneath a bus'. It flew straight to yonder house, where an auld
man h'ved that loved Charlie, and there it sang the password
fd their party, * Waes me for Prince Charlie.' WTien the auld
man heard it he kent the birdie was a Jacobite, for all lovely
things, the lasses on the earth and the laverocks in heaven, were
on Charlie's side. Oot he cam*, the tears streaming down his
furrowed cheeks, and reverently took aff his bannet at Charlie's
name. There the two held s\%'eet converse together, feeling
that sorrow when shared tasted like joy, till red coats were
»ccn comin', thirty thousand pound men, seekin' for Charlie.
When the birdie saw them, anger dried its tears, and * dichtin^
it'» c'c wi' its wing, it said, * This is no a land for ane o' my
ojiinions, I'm aff.' But it couldna flee far, for it was tethered
by love to the auld man*s heart Circling like a musical
halo round the auld man's head, ever>' note a tear drop in
it, rang the refrain, *Wae's me for Prince Charlie,' and the
auld man, Icx>king up till his eyes were blinded with tears,,
drew his blue bonnet doon ower his broos, and turning back
4 ^.
Firit Precentorship. 27
to the hoose, drew a creepie near to the fire, put anither
peat on, and murmured to himsel', 'Wae's me for Prince
Charlie,' while far in the blue lift amang the white clouds
the birdie soared and sang, 'Wae's me for Prince Charlie,*
heaven and earth at this moment lamenting the fate of ' the
bom King of Scotland.' "
As Davie grew up to man's estate he appeared a thin, black-
haired, bright-eyed youth, full of life and determination, yet
somewhat reserved and very sensitive He was studious, a
teetotaller (a rare thing in those days), he did not smoke, was a
member of the kirk, and a much respected son of a much
respected father.
So recent was the temperance movement that, when he was
a laddie, he ran with other laddies to get a sicht o' a man of
whom it was actually said that lu didna drink wkuskey.
When only eighteen he was already assisting his father in the
precentorship of the North Kirk ; but his first attempt at psalm-
singing, made in a small country kirk, had been almost as dis-
heartening as his debut as a solo-singer. The tune chosen was
"French," familiar to him from boyhood; butthesame nervous-
ness that paralysed him as a child saying bis catechism to the
minister seized him now. He could remember no more than
two lines of the tune, and to these he sang the whole of the
psalm.
At the age of twenty he succeeded his uncle in the precentor-
ship of the South Kirk, and there he led the psalms with such
vocal power and musical and religious feeling, that he soon
made for himself a local fame. The improvement of the musical
service of the church was a matter he had always at heart On
his long and arduous tours through Canada, singing every
night, sometimes in six different towns in one week, he would
lead the psalmody in the two Presbyterian kirks on Sunday,
28 Reminiscences of David Kennedy,
and the congregations were frequently so increased that chairs
and forms had to be placed in the aisles to accommodate the
people. One Sunday he was singing in Dr. Thomson's church
in Samia, Ont, where many of the congregation came from the
outlying country district One old farmer, a type of the old
Scottish covenanter transplanted to Canadian soil, had driven
in some miles to the service. After it was over he came round
to the vestry, and speaking in the loud tone of one accustomed
to gfive orders in the open air, he said to the minister, " It is no
often ye see me in Sarnia, but I've been in twice, nae less, this
week. I cam in on Thursday to hear that man singin' the
sangs o' Robbie Burns, an' noo' I'm in again the day, hearin'
him sing the Psalms o' David, and on the whole," speaking
slowly and with g^eat deliberation, as though not quite assured
in his own mind, " on the whole, I think that king David has
rather the heels o* (is a little in advance of) Robbie Bums."
About a stone's throw from his father's house in Perth, lived
the family of Robert Henderson. The old man was a great
reader, and there David went in the evening to "hae a crack
wi' the auld man " and get the loan of books to read. There
was a large family of them, and the young folks were much
together, and it ended by his falling in love with the eldest
daughter Helen. He had had an early love experience, like
most laddies, for when only four years of age he fell in love
with a lassie much older than himself He never spoke to her
nor dreamt even of approaching her, but like the lover of
" Auld Joe Nicholson's Bonnie Nannie," he cowered behind a
bush as she passed along the road, and —
** His heart lay beatin* the flowery grass,
In quakin*, quiverin', agitation ;
An' the tears cam' tricklin' doon frae his «'en,
Wi' perfect love and admiration."
Lecturing. 29
The year '48 (he being then 23 years of age), was an event-
ful year with him. In the month of February, he gave a
lecture in the South Kirk on the History of Music The
programme, a very ambitious one, raises a smile at its compre-
hensiveness, embracing as it does — The Origin of Music — the
Music of Savage Nations — ^the Music of the Antediluvians —
of Egypt, India, China, Persia, Turkey, Arabia, — of the He-
brews — of Greece, Rome, Germany, France, Spain, Russia,
Lapland, Sweden, England, Scotland — the Universality of
Music — ^the Influence of Music, and the state of Music in the
Schools and Churches at the present time. It was a success.
Shortly after this he wrote an essay on the Sabbath (the
Sabbath question was at that time agitating the whole coun-
try) as competitor for a prize offered for the best essay on the
subject written by a working man. He gained ;^s, a consider-
able sum in Perth in those days, when the annual salary of a
precentor was £i, and the rent of a respectable house was only
£2 a year.
Being now ajoumeyman painter, he felt a desire to improve
himself in his trade, so, in the spring, having got a substitute to
fill his place in the precentor's desk, he left Perth for Edin-
burgh to seek for temporary employment thert
His first visit to Edinburgh had been made in company with
his father some years previously, they having walked all the
way from Perth, for the purpose of hearing a grand performance
of the " Messiah " in the Music Hall, George Street But this
was the first time he had been away from home alone, and his
sense of loneliness and homesickness was intense.
He was sent first across the Forth to work at Burntisland,
but later he went south to Kelso, and worked for two months
at a beautifully situated house called Newton Don. From
there, having now gained some experience^ and being
30 Reminiscences of Darcid Kennedy.
anxious to see the best work done and to provide for his
approaching marriage, he went in the antumn to London. He
was a skilled and energetic workman, and got emplo3rment on
many imp(Mtant buiklings.
One day as he was engaged in painting a ceilii^ in one oX.
the rooms of Buckingham Palace, Prince Albert came through
on a tour of inspection. There was naturally a stir amongst
the men, but the work on which they were engaged was c^ a
most delicate and exacting nature, and demanded their con-
stant and undisturbed attentioa In hurriedly moving back a
scaffolding, he narrowly missed tilting over the Prince's hat ;
but, unaffected by this slight incident, he continued his work,
and fortunately finished his half of the ceiling without a blemish.
The other half, unfortunately, showed signs of the disturbance,
and the poor fellow who had been at work on it was never seen
at his post again.
But the time during his stay in London was not all devoted
to work, he took advantage of the abundant opportunities
afforded there of hearing the best of everything in the musical
world. In a letter to a friend he writes : — ** I have been out
late two or three nights since I came, and always found some
poor wanderer asleep on some comer or doorstep, while the
place I had left (Her Majesty's Theatre) blazed with the
jewels of coroneted heads." And in another — " I got the
greatest treat on Tuesday night that ever I had in my life —
the oratorio of the Messiah, containing his annunciation,
humiliation — ^his mission. I felt as if I were among the glori-
fied saints before the throne of God. I don't think I ever felt
so completely in the atmosphere of heaven — every fibre in my
body— every feeling of my heart — was in the most excited
state, and I felt the tears begin to trickle o'er my cheek."
On returning to Perth at the close of the year, he married
Commences Business. 31
Helen Henderson, and shortly afterwards set up in business
for himself in the High Street as a house painter. He settled
down to hard work for some years, but felt that this was not
destined to be his life work. From a boy he had cherished the
hope of being able to follow in the footsteps of Wilson and
Templeton, and years only strengthened his belief that he was
bom to be their successor.
After five years of happy married life, his wife died, leaving
him with three bairns — two sons, David and Robert, and one
daughter, Helen. In his loneliness more than ever, the call to
sing his country's songs forced itself upon him. Going down
a lane one day he prayed to God to help him, to tell him if it
were His will that he should be a singer of the songs of Scot-
land. The answer came "Thou shalt sing," and from that day
he decided to take the daring step of changing his whole
career ; but there was much to do to prepare himself for his
new work, and to sever his connection with the old.
Two years later he married again, and his second wife,
Elizabeth Fraser, proved a faithful companion and fearless
traveller, accompanying her husband in all his afler
wanderings
Still carrying on his business in Perth, he went periodically
to Edinburgh, and spent every sovereign he could spare oa
lessons in singing and elocution. The latter he studied under
Bell, whom he afterwards met in America, enjoying, in his old
age, the fame of his sor^ the telephone inventor. He studied
singing with Edmund Edmunds, an Englishman trained in
the Italian school, and an excellent teacher, from whom he
received invaluable aid in the art of phrasing and dramatic
expression. To him he confided his hopes, his ambition,
his position as a married man with a family dependent
on him, and a business in Perth fairly started, and asked
32 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
him his deliberate opinion — ^should he dare to throw up
everything and risk his fortune as a public singer — a difficult
question to answer. WTien asked for similar advice by youngf
aspirants to fame, our father used to tell them that if they loved
music well enough to starve on it for a time, they might risk it^
but hardly otherwise.
Mr. Edmunds, al^^^ys a true friend of his pupil, and much
beloved and esteemed by him, took a turn or two round the
room, then reseating himself on the music stool, he said " Yes.**^
Mr. Edmunds watched his career ever after with the greatest
interest — never let the opportunity slip of hearing him from
time to time, and often cheered him with the praise a public
performer values from a competent critic, while kindly
advice was never wanting both to the singer and his family.
Mr. Edmunds still teaches in Edinburgh, and was one of those
who helped to lay our father in his last resting place.
At this time the precentorship of Nicholson Street U.P.
Church, Edinburgh, was vacant. It was a large and prosperous
congregation, and in order to secure the services of a really
good man, they offered a salary of £/^o a year — a very large
salary for a precentorship in those days — and no fewer than
forty names were enrolled on the list of candidates. David
Kennedy added his to the list It was a name unknown to
Edinburgh at that time, but the forty precentors who were
gathered on the day of trial in the upper room of the kirk
buildings came from far and near, and some of them had heard
of Kennedy, the precentor of Perth. When the future Scottish
singer and traveller was ushered into the room by Mr. David
Hay (chairman of the musical committee), a whisper went
round the room, " There's Kennedy frae Perth ; if he's going to
try for it, we ither chiels hae little chance."
One by one they were conducted from the room to undergo
Success as Precentor. 33
the ordeal of a strict musical examination before competent
jndges, and when at last David Kennedy was called out, he
turned to his brother precentors, to whom he had been chat-
ting cheerily the while, and said, "Weel, gentlemen, success to
ye a' I " Besides being possessor of a fine voice of the tenore
robusto quality, he had had twelve years experience in church
singing, and was, thanks to his father's training and his own
persevering study, a good musician. He made his mark, at
the examination, and when he occupied the precentor's desk
on Sunday the congregation heard the tune of "Montrose""
sung as they had never heard it sung before. He was unani*
mously elected to the post by committee and congregation,,
and held it for five years.
34 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
Chapter II. — Beginning of Professional Career.
Having sold his business in Perth and removed his family to
•
Edinburgh, he meanwhile devoted himself to teaching and
occasional concert-giving. He had classes in several schools
and churches in Edinburgh and Leith, one being Dr. Guthrie's
Ragged School. He was greatly liked by his pupils, and the
Ragged School laddies in particular used to hang on to his
coat tails when they saw him on the street
He was appointed leader of the Edinburgh Tonic Sol-fa
Society, and also formed singing classes in the neighbourhood
and in Fife. Many a pupil of those days travelled miles to
see and hear their old teacher when years afterwards he was
touring in America, South Africa, India, or Australia.
All the time not taken up with teaching was devoted to a
diligent and loving study of the "Auld Scots Sang^s," and
gaining access to the Advocates' Library, he there pored over
the "auld beuks" and drank in a love for the anonymous
ballads of the Middle Ages that in a manner prejudiced him
for life against anything new. Not that he failed to recognize
the beauty of such modern songs as Professor Aytoun's "Annie's
Tryste," James Ballantine's " Ilka blade o' grass keps its ain
drap o' dew," or Mrs. Boyd's " Lang Awa' Ship," all of which
he sang ; but for an auld sang such as "Tak' yer auld cloak
aboot ye," he had feelings of tender reverence which excluded
criticism. He believed that a song could not live for centuries
unless it were, on some side, true to nature, and he unceasingly,
all through his long professional career, studied the old ballads
^nd turned them over and over in his mind till he had dis-
Studying the " Auld Scots Sangs" 35
covered the reading which he thought most forcibly revealed
this truth. Many a song was studied, tried in public, found
unsatisfactory, and laid aside, only to be taken up again and
again with different readings till it finally reach success, as, for
instance, "The Weary Pund o' Tow," "The Deil's awa wi' the
Exciseman," " Tibbie Fowler o' the Glen," or " The Auld Man's
Mare 's Dead." What a turning out of the volumes ot Herd's
Collection, R, A, Smith's Collection, Thomson's Collection, and
Johnson's Museum there used to be when we came home on
Saturdays from our weekly tours in Scotland I Then the
versions in these had to be compared with those in Whitelaw's
" Book of Scottish Song," Robert Chambers' " Scottish Songs
Prior to Bums," etc The last named volume was coming out
at the time when he was precenting and teaching in Edin-
bui^h, and he has told us that he then had the congenial task
of working on it In this way he first made the acquaintance
of Robert Chambers, who remained A warm friend of his
through life.
Besides his own teaching and concert-giving, he had many
concert engagements, principally through Howard of the Edin-
burgh Concerts ; and in January, '59, the year of the Bums
Centenary, he was engaged for the Burns Celebration in St
Geoige's Hall, Liverpool.
It is a significant coincidence that his first important public
appearance was at a concert in honour of his beloved bard, and
that his last concert, given in the western town of Samia, Ont,
when the shadow of death was already upon him, was "A Nicht
wi' Bums." He was.the interpreter of Bums because he loved
him ; and such was his high ideal of the poet, that he could not
give a Bums " Nicht " ia the remotest corner of the earth with-
out feeling grave responsibility, and getting into a highly
nervous state of excitement
36 Reminiscences of David Kennedq,
While on the subject of his admiration of Bums, it may be
as well to insert a letter of his to a friend, thanking him for
having secured him a copy of the first edition of Burns' poems^
It is dated from his house in Edinburgh.
"8 St Andrew's Terrace, July, 1876.
" My dear Freen,
'* Got your letter, and on Tuesday the
Book, Thank you very much for the trouble you have taken.
I rejoice to look at the page, for example, where * Green grow
the rashes o ' first met the human eye — eye made humid, eye
made bright by him whose heart was a boiling fountain of
Scottish and manly feeling, and whose brain could clothe the
common with the divine."
He used to say of Burns that if ever they elected a parlia-^
ment of the immortals. Burns would be chosen as the represen-
tative of Scotland. " The three names," he said, " that stir to
their depths the hearts of all Scotsmen, are Sir William
Wallace, John Knox, and Robert Burns."
These early concert engagements were very encouraging,,
but his aim was to take up the work which Wilson's sudden
death had left unfinished — to sing the songs of Scotland round
the world. So in the winter of '59 he set to work, and in
order to prepare a large repertoire and to test songs by public
performance, he started a series of Monday night concerts ia
the Buccleugh Street Hall, Edinburgh, which were continued
weekly for three months. Every Monday a fresh programme of
twelve songs was gone through, no number ever being
repeated, and in this way he tested no fewer than one hundred
and fifty songs and ballads ancient and modem. The
programmes were varied and interesting, and there were not a
few constant attenders at the weekly concerts — Professor
Ayton and Robert Chambers being of the number. The
following IS a copy of one of the handbills : —
Cofy of Handbill, 1859. 37
SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
BuccLEUGH St. Hall.
KENNEDY'S
Entertainment on the
SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
Embmciiie specimens from the esilieit period to Ibe present time, ii
with Antiquarian, Critical, and Bii^isphical notices.
Every Monday Evening.
Tht.HaU will be eemferlably ktaltd.
SONCS AMD BALUU>S FOK MONDAY,
Nov. 26.
Part I.
The brisk TouDg lad.
The Bailirs daughter of Islington
{English diuy).
Part II.
The Bonnie House o' Airlie.
In a gaiden so green (Aberdeen Can-
tus, i66z).
EailstouD (NarraliTe BalUd).
The Rin awa' Bride.
Bessie Bell and Mary Gray.
Woo'd an' married an' a'.
Songs and Ballads fok Monday,
DtC. 3KD.
Part I.
Leezie Lindsay.
O 1 Waly; Waly.
My Wife has [a'cn the gee.
Tbe dowie dens o' Yanow [Narrative
Ballad).
Sweet Kale (Aberdeen Cantus, 1663).
Saw ye my Faither?
Part II.
There was a Jolly
Hollan', Green He
Ca the Ewes to the Knowes.
John Grumlie.
An thou wert my ain thing.
Allisler M'Allisler.
Miss Pringle will Preside at the Piano.
To
a quarter past Eight o'clock. Doors open half an hour before.
In the summer of '60, when the classes were in recess, he
made short concert tours in Scotland, and in '61 went as far
north as the Orkney Islands. In these tentative efforts he was
very successful, and feeling that it was now time to take a
decided stand in his profession he turned his thoughts to aa
^»pearance in London, for which he had all along been pre-
paring lumselC He wisely chose a list, Edward
3S
Reminisceiua cf DaTui Kennedy.
Land (so long associated with John WHsoo), and made his
first appearance io the Metrc^ioUs in the Hanover Square
Rooms in the summer of '62. A very Ui|^ and fashionable
audience gathered to bear the new singer, and he felt that his
future depended on his success that night After the concert
was o\-er he was \-ery excited— did not sleep all night — got up
early, went out, bought all the morning papers, took them back
with him to his lodgings, and there opened them one by one
and read his fate. The critics were warm in his praise: The
Daily TeUgraph said : —
** Besides a rich mellow voice, Mr. Kennedy has a pleasant
open countenance which, accompanied b\' an alTable blandncss
in relating the numerous anecdotes interspersed throughout
the entertainment, at once draws his listeners to him ; and
with these attractions it need not be said
that on Thursday night at the above
rooms he was listened to by a ctx^wded
audience in those pathetic songs that
form the staple of Scottish songs, with
rapt attention, whilst at the humorous
ditties the same audience laughed hearti-
ly. It is no easy task for a vocalist to
, excite smiles and draw tears alternately.
-I /J- 1 . 1 1 This, however, Mr. Kennedy accom-
\\ jy j 1 1 pitshes, and laughter holds both its sides
L^/v* |. _ u at ' Hame came oor gudeman at e'en,'
Q C^l^y C \i whilst Bums' ' Highland Mary ' and
™ *■' 'Wae's me for Prince Charlie' almost
cause tears to trickle down those cheeks
^11 _ . .that a few minutes before were bulged
Jl«. CAW, o»rgm4 inoi> out in boisterous glee.''
The Daily News said : —
" Last night Mr. Kennedy, a gentleman new to London,
though having a well-earned reputation in Edinbuigh, ap-
peared at the Queen's Concert Rooms, Hanover Square. Mr.
Kennedy makes his selections with taste and judgment, pre-
faces the songs with as few introductory remarks as possible,
and sings them with all the force and finish of a thoroughly
First Appearance in London. 39
trained musician. His face and manner are pleasing and in-
telligent ; he has a large share of dramatic power, a good sense-
of humour and character, and a voice that is rich and flexible.
With these rare qualifications for the task he has undertaken,-
it is not surprising that he was highly successful. The new-
comer may consider that he has at once taken a secure position-
as an illustrator of Scotch ballad."
He gave four concerts at this time, including readings from*
Allan Ramsay's " Gentle Shepherd " and Christopher North's-
" Noctes Ambrosian>e," and was at once accepted as Wilson's-
In December of the same year he was again in London, thia
time in the Egyptian Hall, and the success of his entertain-
ments was such that he continued them till May, '63, giving
one hundred concerts during the season. A critique from
The Times reads as follows : —
" Mr. Kennedy possesses the first of all qualifications for the
task he has undertaken — he is ' Scotch to the backbone,'
Since John Wilson, indeed, no entertainer of the monologue
class, more eminendy, more exclusively Scotch, has appeared
before a London audience. Mr, Kennedy so nearly ap-
proaches him as a characteristic delineator of Scottish
manners, ancient and modern, through the medium of Scottish
song and Scottish poetry, that he may be fairly styled John
Wilson's legitimate successor. That Mr. Kennedy's entertain-
ment is a good one, our musical readers — and especially our
Scotch musical readers — need hardly be informed. The
historical and analytical remarks are interesting, the anecdotes
are humorous, well narrated and to the purpose ; and the
melodies, if not all absolutely Scotch (as W. Chappell, did it
fall in the way of his researches, would more or less success-
fully establish) are at any rate genial, racy, and inspiring. On
Monday night — besides the selections from Bums, Ayton, etc'
including, with other genuine things, ' Scots wha hae wi'
Wallace bled,' the words of which reflect the very spirit of
medizval (Scottish) patriotism, and that more philosophical
ditty, because of more universal application, — ' A man's a man
for a' that,' — Mr. Kenn«i" introduced an entirely new feature
■ Htn«» 9
Hi£ pr:c£3s5c!c:al s^xs&s iz Lgo^xg inrnrrr hssi to make it
hii Ce^'TiavrtsTs. ar^d re a^ofr r-dcrec hSs fcniiV south to be
licar iim. He hid t:> bccak c5 hZs cz% — trrrjc with Xiccdsoo
Strt:tt Oisrci::, to t2>e regrc: of cifnister aix! copgxegation, the
t:,x^-XrjiL yxid^f of which {^esesiec h:n vhh an iHamiiiated
2.ddres5 az>d a purse of soveref^r:^ He saSd good bye to the
Cr/>ral S>c:et>% frsn: the mecibers of which he received as a
ykTlzjg gift, a beautffiL gCt clock and a writing desk, and he
broke up his class teaching never to resume iL
He made many friends in London among the Scottish
artists and others, and Sir Michael Costa, to whom he sang,
'hhs \isry much impressed with his rendering of some c^ the
te-,t knovi-n tenor solos from the oratorios. He strongly re-
commended him to cultivate that branch of the vocal art, and
made some very strong remarks on his determination to
d<r/otc himself entirely to the singing of Scottish songs, and
had Kennedy not believed himself bom to sing his country's
vi/rigs, he might have been influenced by the famous conductor
in the choice of a career. But he went on with the work he
had begun.
His I^^ndon season had insured his success in the south of
England, whether he went on tour, accompanied by Mr. Land,
and sang in all the important towns, Brighton among the
number. After the concert there, a lady came into the artists'
rof^m and introduced herself as Madge Robertson (now Mrs.
Kendal;, was very warm in her praise of the evening s enter-
tainment, and wished, she said, " to shake hands with a bom
actor/'
The years '63 and '64 were devoted to English and Scottish
First Tour in America, 41
tours, and in the winter of 1864 and 1865 we find him again in
London, at the Music Hall, Store Street, with fresh pro-
grammes, including readings from Scott's " Waverley," and a
new entertainment written specially for him entitled " The
Farmer's Ingle."
In 1866 he proposed making a tour of the States and Canada,
and as his accompanist Mr. Land was averse to " crossing the
pond," he commenced training his daughter Helen for the
work in 1865. He daily devoted hours to it, and she was
patient and persevering, and the result was that in 1 866 she was
able to play his accompaniments in London, at the Store
Street Hall, and the audiences were charmed with the
solemn earnestness of the bonntc wee lassie.
In the summer of the same year the home was broken up,
the bairns were sent to school, and with his eldest daughter,
wife, and son Robert, he started for America.
They embarked at Londonderry on a miserably wet day, the
gloom of the weather being deepened hy the sight of hundreds
of heart-sick Irish emigrants who, like themselves, were going
to try their fortune in the New World. An old fiddler was
standing playing in the rain. Just as the steamer moved oiir,
Mr. Kennedy threw him a shilling. " Ah, God bless you," said
the fiddler, with characteristic Irish gush ; " I knew you were
a gentleman all the time ! !"
He had always a fellow-feeling for the wandering minstrel
brotherhood, and gained much knowledge of human nature
through "crackin"' wi' a' the auld singers and fiddlers and
tramps of every kind that he came across. The following
instance of this is in his own words, and from the letter already
quoted anent the book of Burns' poems :
"A crookit, shrivelled, crackit-voiced auld mannie was singing
42 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
* The Maid of Llangollen ' near our house last night. I gae
him something, and said, * Hoo auld are ye ?' Answer, * 6y.*
* Ah,' I said, and cocked my eye, 'youVe been going it, eh?'
Look in answer indescribable. ' Ach ! (half a cough — recov-
ered his breath with a wheeze — a merry gleam shot across his
yellowish-white eyes) — Ach ! it's a' ower noo.' The recollection
of his days of devilment had no touch of repentance — regret he
could sin no more."
After a fair voyage they entered the St. Lawrence on a
beautiful Canadian summer day, landed at Quebec, and tra-
velled on to Montreal. Here he commenced the singing to the
Scots abroad that formed such a prominent feature in his pro-
fessional life for the next twenty years. He never afterwards
required professional aid outside the family circle, and this gave
a freedom and domestic atmosphere to his life that was its chief
charm.
The concerts in Montreal proved a decided success, and from
there he went to Ottawa, Kingston, Toronto, and Western
Ontario, getting a warm welcome from all the Canadian Scots.
In the States he visited New York, Boston, Philadelphia,
Washington, Baltimore, Richmond, St. Louis, Cincinnati,
Chicago, Detroit, and many smaller towns. He left no place
of interest unvisited, for he was impelled as much by the ardour
of the traveller as by the enterprise of the public singer. In
the summer of 1 867 he travelled through the maritime provinces*
and when singing in Quebec, visited the grave of John Wilson,
who died there in 1849. ^^ caused photographs to be taken of
the tombstone, and made arrangements that the grave should
be tended and cared for in perpetuity.
A letter of this period from his old friend and accompanist,
Edward Land, may be interesting. It is dated from London.
Friendly Advice, 43
" 26th August, '67.
" My Dear Kennedy, — Since receipt of your letter I have
been so much occupied with various provincial engagements
and conducting and arranging Sims Reeves' Ballad Concerts
at Exeter Hall, that I have not had the opportunity of writing
you till now. We are all greatly pleased to hear of your con-
tinued success, and trust you will have the blessings of health
and strength, and go on and prosper. You must indeed re-
quire a little repose after the severe labour you have under-
gone. Husband your resources whatever you do, for in such a
climate a large amount of bodily strength is indispensible. I
have reported your graphic description of the entertainment
you gave at St Louis under stormy difficulties to many of
your friends to their great delight and admiration. Sims
Reeves was so delighted with what little I did for him, that he
has induced me to accept an engagement to conduct his
National Ballad Concert provincial tour, and specially requested
me to play Burns' Recollections [specially arranged for playing
at our father's concerts], and include in the programme the
ballad I wrote for Madame Patey, 'When night is darkest^
dawn is nearest' . . . — Believe me, Yours sincerely,
" Ed. Land."
The above advice to "husband his resources" was quite
in keeping with the attitude of the two friends to each other.
" Land " was always advising " Kennedy " to economise his
strength. '* Remember, Kennedy, you have to sing again to-
morrow night," he would say, but " Kennedy " could never give
less than his all : his motto was " Do or die." Another matter
upon which they disagreed was the attempt at any original
reading of the songs. Land always shook his head and said,
" You mustn't do that, Kennedy." " Why not ?" " It has never
been done before." "But it is in the song, is it not?" "Oh,
yes, but it has never been done, so it won't do." The result
was that the Kennedy of 1860-66 was a conventional singer.
But on his very first appearance in Montreal he left the safe
dioresofcorrventionality*" * " ""ed into the sea of originality.
For the next twen^ the songs as he con-
44 Reminiscences of David Kennedy,
ceived them, hence his power. We remember an amusing story
he used to tell on the platform, how, shortly after singing in
Montreal for the first time, he got into conversation with an
old Scotch lady on board a river steamer. She happened to
mention that she had heard Kennedy in Montreal ; and when
he informed her that he was that Kennedy, "Ah, na!*' said
she, looking straight at him, " that canna be ; for the man
I heard singing there was fell guid lookin'." When he at
last convinced her, and asked her how she had liked the
concert, she continued, " I was gae weel pleased, but I said to
mysel* after every sang, * Eh, wadna it be grand if that man
wad gie us the words a wee thocht braider !' " The old lady's
remark went deeper than perhaps she thought, for it snapped
the last tie binding him to the conventionality that Land had
fostered.
The following letter of the year 1868 is from his father, who
was much interested in and proud of his success. We may
remark that Scotch is the language of the Affections in Scotland,
and that his father, who made a practice of speaking English,
always wrote in the Scots dialect to his son :
"Auchterarder, Aug. 15, '68.
"My Dear Davie, — Whaur are ye? Hoo are ye? An'
what are ye doin' ? A' body aboot Perth was speerin' for ye
when I was there — speerin' when ye were comin' hame. Many
said to me, * Man, he'll get a big house in the City Hall
when he comes back.' I said, * Do ye think it?' * Ou,
aye/ says they, * for a' body's wearyin' to hear him again.' * An
he'll be hame wi' a mickle fortune,' a' body says, an' I just
keep them the way they are goin' by saying, * It looks ver>' like
it just now.' I am aye glad when ye say ye're thankfu' to
God for all his goodness to you and yours. Continue so. —
Your loving father,
" D. Kennedy, Sen."
His life in the States and Canada was very varied, and
An Adventure on tlu Road. 45
would have proved trying to any but a very strong constitu-
tion. Travelling at all hours of the day and night, in the
greatest extremes of climate, by boat, rail, coach, or sleigh,
they made the tour of all the large towns in the States three
times over, and made one exhaustive tour of the smaller towns
of Canada. They had some adventures of a kind. The boats
that plied for the summer traffic were frequently behind time,
and they had to resort to many a shift in order to keep faith
with the public Going by canal from Ottawa to Smith's
Falls the locks proved so tedious that they had to hire a gig
and drive across country to their destination, where they
arrived at 815 p.m. The audience fortunately was still in
good humour, and as the piano arrived half-an-hour later the
programme was gone through successfully.
One night after a concert in Dundas, Out, they had to drive
back to the town of Hamilton, by a road leading for about
seven miles through a lonely and hilly country. They sent
the piano off ahead by waggon, and after supper they followed
in a carriage. But they had not gone half way when they
were suddenly stopped by four policemen, who spoke
in whispers to the driver. They were naturally alarmed,
and were none the less so when they heard that the police-
men had been sent from Hamilton by the driver of the
piano to warn them against a band of robbers who had stopped
him to search the waggon, and finding nothing there, were
waiting to plunder the rest of the party. However, tliey
must have scented the police, for nothing more came of it
A kindred incident occurred after singing in Moneyunk,
Penn^lvania, some ten miles out from Philadelphia. They
had Intended driving back to the city the same night, and the
carriage was waiting for them after the concert, but the horses
1 to move. After rq 3 to make them go
46 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
forward, they had to give in and remain in the hotel over night
Next morning they heard that the road to Philadelphia had
been rendered impassable by floods, and that had the horses
gone forward they might all have been drowned.
These variations are more interesting in the recital than
pleasant in the experience, but there were occasional breaks
also in the professional routine. Twice, at least, Mr. Kennedy
sang the tenor music of the " Messiah " for the Toronto Choral
Society, and once in Boston, in 1867, he sang at a benefit
concert at which Madame Parepa Rosa also sang, and Mr.
Carl Rosa played a violin solo. Everywhere throughout the
States he was called npon to sing "The Star Spangled
Banner " (the American National Anthem), while his singing
of "Scots! wha hae wi' Wallace bled," stirred equally Americans
and Scotsmen. After he had sung it to the boys of a large public
school in New York through which he was being shown. General
Colpax, who was present, came forward and thanked him most
cordially, saying, "Would to God! Mr. Kennedy, we had
songs such as that to sing to our children !" "Ah," was the
reply, " but we had to wait nearly 500 years after the battle of
Bannockburn before Burns was sent to us." " Indeed ! then
we will be quite content to wait 500 years." " But," said
my father, " it is not certain that even then you will have
another * Scots wha hae.' "
He sang for the benefit of churches, for St Andrew's Societies,
for the poor, and in New York for the funds of the Wallace
Monument on the Abbey Craig. Everywhere he made warm
friends, and the Scottish Societies signalized their esteem for
him by the presentation of gold medals and handsome volumes.
The medal prepared by the Caledonian Society of Montreal
was of most elegant design, and enclosed the portraits of Bums,
Scott, Campbell, Hogg, and Kennedy. The Caledonian
Interesting Acquaintances. 4y
Societies of New York and St. Louis did him equal honour;
whilst the St Andrew's Societies of Toronto and Kingston
contributed volumes of Aytoun's Lays and Bums' Poems
respectively. One interesting memento was a silver cup in the
shape of a bullet supported on stacked rifles, which was pre-
sented by the officers of the 78th Highlanders in memory of a
concert given to them by him in Montreal. His little daughter
Helen was not forgotten on this and other occasions, the Cale-
donian Club of Chicago having made her the gift of a gold
watch set with diamonds and emeralds.
In his wanderings he made many interesting acquaintances :
in Listowell, Ontario, the brother of Dr. Livingstone ; in the
town of Gait a sister of Hugh Miller ; and in Hamilton, one
of Carlyle's sisters, who introduced herself and presented him
with her brother's autt^aph. In Ottawa, Darcy M'Gee, the
brilliant Irish-Canadian politician who soon after met such an
unhappy fate, wrote a poem on Kennedy, one of the numerous
tributes of enthusiasm, which, if collected, would themselves
makea good-sized volume. One of the most interesting towns
in the whole tour pf the States proved to be Richmond, Virginia,
which then, in 1867, bore traces of the recent war. Here he
met Crouch, the little-known composer of the well-known
song " Kathleen Mavourneen." Crouch was sitting among
the audience listening to the auld Scots sangs, and after the
concert introduced himself in the artists' room. In the town
of Albany, in New York State, Mr. Kennedy was asked to
attend a certain church, that he might form an opinion of the
singing of a young lady who led the choir there. That was
before she went to Europe to study. Need I say that she is
now Madame Albanl And in New York in 1867 he gave a
lesson on the singing of Scottish songs to Miss Antoinette
Sterling, now so well known in this country.
48 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
The following letter, from Toronto, is to his old friend Mr.
David Hay of Edinburgh, with whom two of his boys were
boarded at school : —
" Toronto, Ont, 22nd Nov., '68.
" My Dear Mr. Hay, — A beautiful sunny morning, ' Oh day
most calm most bright,' air pure, radiant — ^the lake quiet as a
mirror, one or two distant, very distant, sails — harbour hushed
— people well dressed going or coming from church — I am at
home to-day although announced in the papers to sing in two
churches — when a body gets notorious in this country every-
thing they do is in the papers. Had a visit from three clergy-
men yesterday, I am rather a favourite with the cloth, I know
them pretty well — have been giving selections from Ramsay's
" Reminiscences " lately — mostly about the clergy — brought
down the house. When I come home Til gi'e a nicht exactly
as I do here — it may not please a' body, it will please some. I
am more hearty, more at home here, strange tho' it may sound
(I mean in my public performance). ... I feel that my
mission is more to the Scot abroad than at home. . . ."
In the spring of 1869 he sailed from New York for Saw
Francisco, via the Isthmus of Panama, in those days a three
weeks* voyage. The journey is now accomplished in six days
by rail, but the Pacific Railroad was not then quite completed.
It was opened during his stay in San Francisco, and he was
asked to sing "The Star-Spangled Banner" at the monster
demonstration in celebration of the event
Thousands were gathered in the pavillion. Mr. Kennedy
was seated on the platform among the speakers, and the brass
band which was to accompany the song was stationed at the
opposite end of the building. The signal to begin was to be
the waving of a white handkerchief. But in the crowd so
many handkerchiefs were waved and white programmes lifted
that the band commenced playing at the wrong time, and the
singer, making the best of the mistake, joined in and carried it
through triumphantly.
Return U Scotland. 49
After visiting other towns in California and Nevada, he made
for Salt Lake City. Here he appeared in the Mormon Theatre,
was invited to the house of Brigham Young, and saw much of
the home life of the Latter-Day Saints.
Among them he found many Scotsmen occupying prominent
positions in the church. They ware sincere believers in their
new faith, although in after years he met one at least, Mr.
Stenhouse, who, becoming disillusionized, had left the church
in bitterness of heart They warmly welcomed Kennedy in
their midst (for, though Mormons, they were still enthusiastic
Scotsmen), turned out to all his concerts, as did Brigham Young
himself, entertained him in their homes, and took him, so to
speak, into the bosom of their families. The fact is, they did
not despair of converting him to their own creed. One clear,
moonlight night, an enthusiastic young Mormon walked with
him till two in the morning expounding to him the Mormon
faith and trying to enlist his sympathy in the cause. An old
Scotch wife, too, did her best to convince him, but it was
labour lost He found here, as elsewhere, opportunity for the
study of human nature. One evening, at the house of a
Scotsman, he presented one of the three wives of his host with
a small hand-book of Scottish Songs. " Give each of them a
book," said a kindly mentor, tapping him on the shoulder,.
" or there will be a row !"
After an absence of three and a half years he returned to-
Scotland in the autumn of 1S69, making Edinburgh his home.
For the next three years or so he remained in the old country,
singing i^ain in London and all the principal Scottish towns.
He paid a flying visit to Cork in January of 1870 to assist at a
Bonis celebration there. In whatever part of the world he
chanced to be, Bums' birthday was always the occasion for a
special outburst of the ptrfervidum ingtnium Scotorum, and
50 Reminiscences of David KenTudy,
-small and large halls alike were crowded to do honour to the
bard. - The following list of Burns' Anniversary Concerts may
therefore be interesting : —
Liverpool,
England,
Jan. 2Sthj
. i8S9
Chicago,
America,
»
1868
Seaforth,
Canada,
ff
1869
Cork,
Ireland,
ff
1872
Melbourne, -
Australia,
9f
1873
Dunedin,
New Zealand,
»
1874
Launceston, -
Tasmania,
II
187s
Montreal,
Canada,
•
1876
Kilmarnock, -
Scotland,
>l
1877
Glasgow,
Scotland,
9f
1878
Glasgow,
Scotland,
>}
1879
Agra,
India,
W
1880
Edinburgh, -
Scotland,
l>
1881
New York, -
America,
l>
1882
Glasgow,
Scotland,
»>
1883
Dunedin,
New Zealand,
f>
1884
Glasgow,
Scotland,
»
1885
During the three years which followed the first American
tour, he was perhaps more at home in Edinburgh than at any
later period of his life. In 1871 he was present at the Scott
-Centenary Festival in the Edinburgh Corn Exchange, and
sang a song specially composed for the occasion — the poetry
by James Ballantine, the music by George Croall. In the
spring of the same year, on the occasion of the Marquis of
Lome's marriage, he got up, by special request, a Gaelic ver-
sion of Bonnie Prince Charlie, and sang it in the Industrial
Museum at a conversazione given by the Edinburgh Inverness
Ross and Nairn Club.
When at home he sang a great deal in connection with
Nicolson Street U.P. Church, towards which he always had
the tender feelings of old association. He sang at many of
their social meetings, gave a concert for the funds of the con-
An Audience of Auld Wives. 51
gregational library, and with the help of his family, several of
whom he was now training to assist him in his professional
work, he gave many concerts to the poor in the mission dis<
trict of the Fotterrow. He did not foi^et to provide oranges
and bags of cookies for the bairns, and tried to cheer the
hearts of the auld wives by speaking to them from the heart
in a familiar friendly way. He said there was no audience to
equal one composed mainly of auld wives, so quickly sympa-
thetic, so keenly appreciative, and so experienced in the varied
feelings of the heart
52 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
Chapter III.— Tour Round the WhrUL
In the spring of 1872 he again said good-bye to his native land,,
and started on the four years* tour round the world, the events
of which are fully detailed in the narrative of his travels which
follows this, written by his eldest son David, who is since dead.
He was accompanied by his wife, his daughters Helen and
Marjory, and his two sons David and James, Robert joining
the party about a year later. Some of his letters to his father
and others are all we need here add to the record of those
years of travel. After staying in Melbourne for three months,,
and singing every night to enthusiastic audiences, he started
"doing" the country with a coach, a "buggy," and three
saddle horses, there being few railways in Australia in those
days. The following letters written "on the road" will ex-
plain themselves : —
"Benalla, 21st March, '73.
" Dear Father, — Here we are away in * the bush' and na
mistake — lose our way every day — wander about seeking
tracks^-driving over and through trees, holes dry, holes full of
water, up hills, down hills — twisting ourselves through the
bushes — losing each other for miles — crying and shouting,
'Where's Helen?* * Where's Madge?' *Has anybody seen
David or James ? ' — Yells responsive through bush and ferns, a
crackle and a crash, and lo ! the lost one appears. We have
had two or three smashes and two horses have tired out and
gone to grass. Our agent is in Sydney, and for weeks our line
of travel is marked, and come what may we must get through.
Don't be afraid of us, we are careful and have a good driver.
Houses [audiences] very good — all is sunshine in our profes-
sional path. Robert will be here in a month and then what a
party of Kennedys sae far frae hame. I'm glad to hear you
Letters from. Australia. 53
are so well, I think ye'll be ane o' the lang-lived Kennedys. I
pray you may hear us a' singing afore ye once mora God be
with us a". — ^Your afTectionate son,
" David Kennedy,"
"Ipswich, 3rd September, 1873.
" My Dear Father and Sister Kitty,— We are behind
hand with the letters from home, your letters will reach us in a
•day or two — too late for answer now. So Gamsis you are
weel again, tak guid care o' yer set' and have every comfort
bawbees can buy. We are all going on each in our own
sphere with as much smoothness as human machinery will
aJIow. The distances here are very great, the mountains are
high, the roads are bad ; our limbs are strong, so also our will,
and we do overcome whatever difficulties are in our way. We
find Scots people everywhere, and I am now fully aware of the
importance of our mission here, and consequently exacting on
myself and all the others for a high standard of perforniance.
My own performance I know is intensely in earnest and hits
the public Amid the very large expenses there's money
making, and while we live well and are liberal in all things,
there's not one penny spent that we regret God is good to us
and we must help those He throws in our way that need help.
" Your aff. Son and Brother,
" D, Kennedy."
" Murrurundi, New South Wales,
[Autumn] '73.
"Dear Father, — Here we are once more in sight of a
railway — what journeyings we have had — the bairns will have
given you all flie news. We are all in the very best health
and doing our duty in a persevering way — there is progress
every way ; we sing nearly every Sunday in the Presbyterian
Kirks here, and do good by letting them hear psalm-singing
done as it should be. The clergy everywhere give us their
countenance. So you are in Perth and the Kirkton. I rejoice
to see ye 'knappin' aboot, you have a large share in our
success, and we are giving you more justice now that we are
far frae ye than when near at hand. Just go on enjoying
yourself, and have perfect confidence that we are combining
strict economy with Christian liberality."
54 Reminiscences of David Kennedy,
Having spent the years 1872 and 1873 ^^ travelling through
Victoria, New South Wales, and Queensland, he left in
December 1873 for New Zealand. He had been everywhere
received with open arms and f(&ted in the larger towns. Out
of his great success he gave everywhere with "Christian
liberality" to the charitable institutions ; and the Scots, feeling
that he by his generosity did honour to them as Scotsmen,
were not slow in doing honour to him. In Melbourne, a
complimentary soiree was given to ** Kennedy," and the young
folks were presented with handsome souvenirs of their visit
to the city. In Sydney and Brisbane a similar compliment
was paid him, and all over the country he enjoyed the private
kindness and hospitality of worthy and successful Scots.
The following letter written from Melbourne just before
leaving for New Zealand is to his bairns and to their teacher
Mr. Hay, with whom six of them were boarded during this
tour : —
"Melbourne, 4th December, 1873.
" My Dear Mr. Hay and Dear Bairns— So ye're begun
to anither year's schulin — aha — Charlie, what a capitally com-
posed and most capitally written journal of your journey to
London ! ! ! I am proud of it And Kitty so correct and
kindly, and Lizzie so pithy and practical, and Maggie and
Johnnie and Cuthie Wow ! 1 God bless ye a*. How feeling
and memory bridge space. I see ye a' and kiss ye now. Ah I
sweet the pain even of being divided when we know the Father
in Heaven is caring for us — most, maybe, for the youngest
And then, speaking about kirks and preaching : —
"Nothing will make up for the want of heart Neither
grace nor gerse (grass) will grow without warmth. I really
now place heaven-born zeal above mere talent — earnest men,
though somewhat commonplace, do more than polished, clever,
cold brains. ' Give me thine heart,' is the cry of God and man.
Letters from New Zealand. 55
I have starved the last two months for all that man can do or
rather has done. We have had coldness and commonplace —
ouch, awful. Thank God we have the Word, so can never
really starve.
" David has most certainly made a hit with his papers ; he
spares no pains, and has the benefit of abundant criticism ; he
really deserves praise, and he gets it.
"We have had a most laborious year — perhaps the most
laborious we ever can have. We all enjoy rest — so sweet, &o
" Goodby, master and pupils, fnend and bairns,
" Yours most sincerely,
" D. Kennedy."
Arrived in Otago he wrote : —
" Dunedin, N.Z,, 24th December, '73.
"My Dear Father, — Here we are at last in the Edinburgh,
of the south. Many, many Scots folk here, and more Scotsmen
than in Edinburgh in proportion to population. Breezy, airy,
billy, busy — well-off — contented — plenty of kirks — no squalid,
ragged people. It is not old enough to show rottenness. The
misery is Uiat rottenness will surely come. What is man?
We will be here for one month, then off to other towns. This
is the freshest, most hopeful place we have seen in all the
world. . . ."
" Balclutha, Otago, N.Z., 3rd Feb., ';4-
"Dear Father, — Got your letter with advice no to send
money to . Well, we'll see. The blessing of success is
falling on us still, so we must weigh our duties with this in the
balance. A man died a few weeks ago and left nearly three
millions ; was never known to do a generous action, and died
amidst the indifference of men and the anger of God.
God keep us a' frae aye thinking about siller ; it is a sin very
easy to fall into, it is so resfxictable and so damning. It is the
god of the Colonies. New Zealand is a splendid countrj-. We
meet no end of Perth folk. Every living soul is well of!! Sang
in the kirk on Sabbath. The clergy here are fairly paid, no
more. Climate requires strong people, but a'body has the look
of robust health. I hear you are in first-rate order. God be
^r
^ zn"^ j^rcxtLTi.
"^ ^rxszsi'jv-z^ X-T Zja'.fcnr- :f(± Frfk, 1874.
• My UiXjl MS- HaV. — I sa5i in irv Issc b=rr5ed note that
I •vj::'A X "JJlz^ -zysL -vjzLt zs^ £" :r fri a yocr fimd for
kfriC wctcns:^:. -r ctbsr rtli^ocs rcriose;. yzc have in hand.
I Vvcld hiiT* 3*id trlf s:>:cjer. bet trrsrc arr nary aixl pucssing
a ctbc — tbsre is & rcli^:u5 =1155:1- :r tiK Xer H^xides — no
cr-^ cf bvspctals, bErri-rr-Ient lzs±zz.rLzc^ — tzrsds for accidents —
f-.r =h:p-arreck= — »s tr^t -are La-.-e ^I-tki a-xay a tenth of our
earr:r.?- b::t iti'-l, niv dear frifcf, vz-c will center a favoar on
rr-* if vo- let n:c kiio^ arv case -^rz^n can recociinend, and we
w:'l r.nd a pound or r.%-a f;r i- . . . Xow. \x bairns of the
name of Kenr.edv. 'R^e tliink that, en ie whole, ve are doin'
rale -AeeL . . . Kfttv, we have the imc'ression that \x>u arc
a r: j:et, u^-tfjl. unpreter:t;ouf, patient lassie — that you will be,
rria/i>e are^ a rea". blessing to a" that are around \"e. Is this
impression correct? We have no co'jbt it is, bonnie« good,
kind;/ Kittie. Lizzie, your mithers namesake, are \-e like your
fnither in anything but the name? We picture a sharp, quick,
keen, somewhat contentious, short-tempered, \i*ann-hearted,
capable scholar — practical, shrewd, given to bre\-it\" in letters
^.ikc your faither^ — to the point On the whole, if }"Ou do Mr.
Ila/s biddin', ye'Il be a grand'scholar and a tidy lass. Maggie,
what will ye be ? Wc can hard!y say what like we think yc
In your picture you seem getting mere intelligent. Be kind to
Johnnie, you have charge o' him, ye ken ; and above all things,
do what Sir, Hay tells you, as the only way to learn quickly is
to do everything at the time and in the way the master tells
ye. Arc ye to be a singer ? John, once a babbling babe, now,
aha ! a sturdy scholar, able to spell ' long-nebbit ' words, to
write letters, to read the Bible, to play and no be noisy, make
fun and no be troublesome. We'll mavbe see America the-
gither again. And lastly, bonnie Jessie — Mr. Hay's wifie — hoo
arc yc? — able to mak* and sup parritch, kail, and tea? A*
h^KiSc wives can do that, ye ken. Hope your dolls are a* pro-
IK;rIy clad in the cauld weather. Keep your hair tidy, your
face clean, and aye be freens wi' Mr. Hay. — Dinner sounds and
smells arrest my ears and nose, so I leave off where I began,
with love to all. — Your loving father,
"David Kennedy."
The next is to his father, the last he ever wrote to him : —
His Father's Death, S7
"Queenstown, N.Z., i6th Feb., 1874.
" Dear Father, — Here we are in the most beautiful scene
imaginable — fine air, good hotel, every comfort, all in good
health. ... I met the son of an old London acquaintance,
a curate on less than £i<x> a year. His father forced me to
take a loan of ^f 20 in '62. I paid him in '63. I lent his son,
. this poor curate, £,20 for ever. . . . Crichton, my old
skulemaster, is dead. I mourn his loss and thank his memory.
Good-bye I good-bye ! I am reading and most thoroughly
enjoying Hanna's ' Life of Christ' — Your affectionate son,
"D. KENNEDY."
The answer to this letter was that his father was dead. It
was a terrible shock to him. He had always had a boyish
delight in striving to make his father proud of him, and the joy
of success was doubled in sharing it with his coldly dignified
&.ther. His mother had died before he left his native town.
In a letter to his sister he writes : —
" I shall never see my father in the flesh ! it is awfuL How
I had bound round him a great band of joys, how I should let
him see and hear the young folks, how the friends at the Hutt
spoke of him, what the world was like and how man was
thriving in the new world. I really thought he would have
been spared till we got home. Be sure of my love and above
all look on our Father in heaven as the God of Love. I some-
times forget this and am sad and very impatient"
And again : —
" I wish I were hame — saw my father's empty chair — had a
Stone over his grave, and buried some of my sorrow."
To a friend he wrote : —
"Auckland, New Zealand, 6th June, 1874.
"My Dear, . . .—Father dead, dead, dead, dead. I
could write the word a hundred times and not feel its full
import — never to see my father again, never — one of the
bright hopes of my home-coming was to show my father some
results of his labours — labours I now realize — the importance of
d
5 8 Refniniscences of David Kennedy.
these labours I did not till lately — reflection on all this is that
we do not live close enough to each other — the nearest and
dearest hardly ever trust themselves altogether — the heart
always has more to say than tongue can tell, or at least does
tell — a shadow deep and gloomy has pressed on me for a
month. Father dead — Lizzie away, she is God's best gift to
me — a father gone is a new sorrow to me, a void that can not
be filled — a strange sense of increased responsibility — I feel as
if I had more business in the world, more charge of it ; so we
have our sacred spot in the Grange [cemetery]. Well, my
dear frien, I have many things in common with you, would I
were sure I had your godliness. I am sorely troubled with
name and fame and bairns and bawbees. . . Lizzie is the
only real idol I have 'twixt me and heaven. I think I like her
for her goodness — such a good idol I have. .,..*'
His wife had left him shortly before and was travelling to
Scotland via America to see her little ones. After spending a
few weeks with them she returned to Australia, sailing round
the Cape, and rejoined the party after seven months absence,
having gone round the world alone.
From Auckland he returned southwards, and at Wanganui
on the West Coast, was most enthusiastically received at the
opening concert On the following morning, as he was
strolling in the outskirts of the town, he met a grave-looking
man, who addressed him in the Scots accent. " I was hearin*
ye last nicht, Mr. Kennedy," he said, " an* I was gey weel
pleased " (Scotsmen are economical even of their words of
praise) " but I wasna satisfied wi' that song ye sang, * The Land
o* the Leal,' for ye didna state the auld man's grounds of
assurance that he wad meet his wife in Heaven !" Amazed at
this theological criticism of one of the most beautiful songs in
the language he returned to town and mentioned the incident
to some friends, " Oh, that man's daft " said they, and he was
relieved to hear it
The New Zealand tour finished, he spent two pleasant
months in Tasmania, and from there the folIowiRg letter is
dated :—
" Launceston, Tasmania, z6th Jan, 7S-
" My Dear Mr. Hay, — Another year — nearly three since I
saw ye a'. Oh, dear, I begin to feel home sickness, but our
£aces will be set for home about May, then every step will be
Edinburgh- wards. ' My heart is sair ' — how words come out
in their full meaning as experience grows upon us (what a dic-
tionary experience is I) My news are all told by my young
folks, who are becoming day by day more useful to me in
everything. . But I am losing all the youth of my bairns at
home, I long for babies — for wee lassies and laddies. . .
now Charlie, Kitty and Lizzie, put on a spurt in things
musical. I will need all your help when we come home and
perhaps wee Maggie too 111 and who knows in time "Weckus"
and Jessie may help their auld faither — auld — it is coming fast,
and I feel down in the mouth sometimes, as if I had any right
to expect to escape the universal lot — age — decay — death —
meanwhile let us rejoice in God's goodness. What a scrawl,
my pen took the bit between its teeth and ran away. . .
Travelling in Tasmania, as in the sister colonies, was done
mainly by coach, and in driving across country between Hobart
and Launceston, and following his usual custom of "crackin' wi'
a' body," he fell in with some interesting characters. He easily
gained the confidence of strangers, and either held them with
his own conversation or got from them snatches of their life
experience. At the railway stations in Scotland, where he was
usually found fifteen or twenty minutes before train time, it
was no uncommon thing to see him seated on a barrow enter-
taining a semicircle of delighted railway porters, their faces lit
op with interest in his "crack" and their eyes all fixed on his.
And so in Tasmania, where garrulous old men with a story
to tell were not few, he heard many a queer tale, such as the
following, which is given in the words of our brother David, the
(iimily chronicler.
6o Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
One night the hotel was so noisy that my father could
not sleep, and this prompted him to rise at the early hour
of five, long before the rest of us were awake, and to
walk on ahead. We did not overtake him until we had
travelled half-way, about fourteen miles, and found that he had
rested and breakfasted at a wayside inn. He related that
while going along he had heard the bark of a dog, and looking
on one side saw the animal keeping watch over a man lying
sleeping by the roadside, with his feet in a ditch. The fellow
was blind, evidently a tramp, and somewhat ragged and rickety
in appearance. The barking of his faithful companion woke
him instantly.
** Eh — what — how — who's that ? " My father informed him
who he was. ** Ech, gosh ! ye're a Scotchman then 1 "
. " Yes, and you're Scotch too."
" Michty ! ye're richt there," exclaimed the blind man ; " am
frae K a* the way — am no fifty-seven year auld, an' lost
my e'e-sicht six year syne in an accident at the making o' the
railway."
" Where did you sleep last night ? "
** Oh, I just lay doon on the stanes o' a pavement — man it
was cauld. The nicht afore, I was lying in the bush, an' when
I got up I forgot the place whaur I'd been sleepin*, so I lost
ane o' my boots — a big ane I had for my left fut"
" Have you been long out in this country?"
" Lang ! dae ye ken what I am ? I'm a ten-yearer — Lord
K lagged me, an' I'll just tell ye hoo that wiz — but we
maun be gangin'. Man, I was a swank, soople chiel when I
was young. A big family there was o' us — twenty-wan used
to sit doon at oor table thegither. Weel, I fell in wi' a lass
servin' at Lord K 's, but her faither wadna hae me, so I
said I wad gang awa', an' I listed in the Lancers. Weel, a letter
A Convicts Story. 6i
Cam* saying that if I was to see my faither livin' I wad hae to
come bame at aince, for he was ta'en ill — so, after some trouble,
I got back to Scotland again. My mither fell into my atrms —
an' how prood they a' were to see me in my blue uniform an'
sword. My faither got better, an' I went to the castle, whaur
Jess my sweetheart was, an' the folk there keepit me for days.
It was arranged that we twa should get married, an' married
we were. Lord K bocht me oot o' the sodgers an' made
Die his coachman, so I was as comfortable as I could wish."
Here the blind man became less loquacious.
"Ae day," said he, "when I was dustin' my maister's coat, a
roll o' notes as big as my fist, look, fell oot o' ane o' the pockets.
I took it up, an' I felt the edges o' the notes, sae crisp an'
temptin*. Man, it was awfu' temptin'. I got on the fuddle
then, an' Lord K gae me my dischairge, for he saw I was
spcndin' mair money than I could hae frae him. It was an
awfu' jollification, for there was mair than four hunder pounds
o't, ye ken."
He said this in a bragging, "deil-ma-care" kind of way.
Then came the pitiable ending of his story,
"After a while the money was missed, an' I was put in
the jail. I was tried, an' got ten years. Man, there's real
decent justice in Scotland — in England it wad hae been for
life. They shipped me ower the seas to Van Diemen's Land ;
an' I've spent mony happy days in this pairt o' the world, I
was happy as lang as I was a ticket-o'-leave, but as soon as I
was a free man my troubles began, an' I fell doon in the world.
But I keep up my heart — my dog an' me gets ae meal a day,
an' we're as jolly as ye can think. I'm afT noo to the shearin'
at Launceston."
** How far is it to the half-way bouse ? " asked my father.
"Twa mile," promptly replied the blind man ; but on reach-
62 Reminiscences of David Kennedy,
ing the place he gave a start and said, in a tone of injured self-
respect, " Why, it was only ae mile ; I've lost coont durin' the
fine crack we hae hane thegither."
At the inn, my father gave him a substantial meal, followed
by a glass of Tasmanian ale, and saw the last of him as he
trudged away up the road led by his faithful dog.
The Tasmanian tour finished, he went to South Australia ;
and after giving farewell concerts in Melbourne and Sydney,
he left in June, 1875, for California, taking an eastward way
round the world. Arrived at San Francisco after a somewhat
perilous voyage, he crossed the continent by way of Salt Lake
City, Omaha, and Chicago, and entered Canada by Detroit.
We quote again from our father's letters : —
"Gait, 9th December, 1885.
"My Dear . . . — Here is the most Scottish part of
Canada. We had a big house last night Had to sing big and
feel pumped out a wee, but rest — a brisk walk among the snaw
— a good dinner — some fun wi' the bairns here — a glance at the
papers — half-an-hour's guid thinking — shave — gently walk to
the hall at twenty minutes to eight — comb hair — get gloves
neatly on — ^speer at Helen and Marjory if my tie is richt — blow
my nose — say once ! twice ! thrice ! as the clock strikes the
hour, and step on the platform and blaze away for twa hours.
Grand snaw-baws ; the laddies and me^ think o' that, have
grand bickers — they whiles knock off my hat ! . . ."
Another —
" Woodbridge, 9th January, ^76.
"My Dear . . . — 1876!! Another year! the fourth since I
saw ye!! I saw ye first at the close of '56, nearly twenty years
ago. Your life has moved on with quiet effective smoothness.
. . . My life, how varied, exacting, and dangerous ! Thanks
be to Him who guides all things, how successful in many ways!
How much left personally to lament! The tension of mind
and body has been enormous, and I feel myself deficient in that
calm contemplative frame of mind in which only we can enjoy
that supreme delight, communion with God. How elevating,
ennobling to walk with God ! How paltry appear our usual
Singing for a Royalty, 63
pursuits, and the appalling danger is that if these paltry pur-
suits have control long enough, they shut out God from the
heart, and kill the capacity called heavenly mindedness. A
man may commit no visible sin, and yet be lost The god of
this world is most dangerous when most respectable. We go
to church regularly, and do our outward duty, and, I believe,
strive to do our spiritual duty. But, oh ! we are so tired,
deadened. I do believe that a Holy Sabbath can only be
thoroughly enjoyed after a Saturday of comparative rest We
have sung in many churches during the last two months, but
Monday morning found us weary. The people would not sing,
just sat and listened, and so we had all the solitariness of public
performance, breeding in us a feeling of display out of tune
with worship. There is no doubt we did good in so far as
many people got a new idea of style and harmony of psalm
singing, and the clergymen expressed themselves deeply
obliged. I would rest on the Saturday night, but our folks
would rather sing than sit moping in a wee hotel with nobody
to speak to — so on we go with the light ahead growing bigger
and warmer every day that passes — the light of hope that we
may all meet again. . . ."
After singing in nearly all the Canadian towns, and spend-
ing a memorable fortnight in Newfoundland, he sailed ' for
home, in July, i87(S, having been on tour for over (our years.
The home-coming had been long looked forward to, and for
three months he gladly rested in Edinbui^h. His holiday
was spent in making plans for the future, and in studying his
favourite subject, and he was fortunate enough to successfully
unearth some mair auld sangs. The following letter to some
London publishers, very intimate friends of his, is interesting,
as expressing his feeling in regard to singing songs for a
royalty or commission on the sales : —
" Mv Dear FreenS, — Here I sit in dust and ashes mourn-
ing my growing habit of procrastination. Oh ! Oh ! Oh 1
^Vhat is man he will not do what he knows to be right. Really
my boys do all the writing, and I have fallen into an intoler-
able custom of letting them do everything. . . ,
" I once, for I think two weeks, sang a song for a royalty.
64 Reininiscefues of David Kennedy.
and I vowed I would on no account do it again — my whole
soul and body rose up in positive disgust I don't think I
would or could have sung 'Scots wha hae' for Bums in
the flesh for sae muckle a copy — mind I don't say posi-
tively that it is wrong — but I canna do't My dear
freens, ye'U no be angry — but as sure's death I wad do
as muckle for you as I would for any human being, but
cremate me if I can somehow even write about it with-
out a certain feeling of aversion. I would not sing even
a psalm I did not like ; I am sure it would not please
Heaven to hear music and no heart in it Therefore
my joes, try and look at it from my point of view, I can not
look at it from yours, as I never made (and don't believe I
could) a sang or a tune a' my days.
" Now no nonsense about great this and great that as r^^ds
me — I am as I am — with many weak points, points no study
and no effort will make strong, but with other points (made hy
my Maker) that even carelessness would scarce destroy. I
feel I have power only (and no more) when my heart gaes wi'
my subject, and to be paid for a certain song turns my heart
from it, and the song does not get justice."
He remarks in the above letter that he never made a sang or
a tune. But he mended many. The popular ballad of "Willie 's
gane to Melville Castle " owed its introduction to public favour
to the joint efforts of Land and Kennedy, the former editing
the music, the latter the words. He also wrote an extra verse
to the old ballad, " Get up and bar the door O," the second
verse of the following : —
Bye there cam twa genllemen
At Iwal □' clock at nicht □',
An' ibe; could neither see hooie oor h>'
Nor coal, noi candle licht a'.
They were hungry, cauld and weet.
For it was an awru nicht o'.
When yonder stood ihe open doot
Their hearts lap at the sicht o'.
And M'Neil's clever song
*' Jenny dang the Weaver," received the two following verses
from his pen : —
The Itdi an' lasses roond abooE
At Jockey they were jeerin ;
Iiuich i>ii, says he, yell iiiae find oot
111 get Iter foi the speerin.
He sleppit op to Jenny's side
Ad' eockit up his beaver,
Sae la' o' *elf conceit an' pride
He thocbt she'd talt a weaver.
As Jockey stood, maist like [ae greet,
Anld Maggie cam' tae cheer bim ;
Gae kiss, an' clap, an' ca' her iveet,
Ye'll get her, never fear, man.
Na, na, quo Jock, I'm aff wi' love.
My milbet I'll ne'er leave her,
Hy beait's a itane nae laas can move,
111 dee a ungle weaver.
But his contribution to the song literature of Scotland was in
interpretation, not addition. Of what the Scottish songs were-
to him he writes in the following letter to Mr. W. Henderson^
of London, a mutual friend of himself and Templeton : —
" 8 St. Andrew's Terrace, i ith Nov., '76.
" My Dear FrEEN, — Rejoiced at Templeton's keeping me
in mind. I devoutly hope we will be a' spared till June, whea
we will hae a crack. Scottish vocalists everywhere. It's no
easy task to grasp and sing a" kinds o' Scots sangs. Few ever
can hope to do it, but somebody will aye do it unto eternity.
Man, they are the stuff to feed on. I feel my moral and spiritual
nature strengthened by their study. Full of them I feel myself
majestic But the usual amateur, who sniffs music from afar,
cannot hear the music at his side ; and his dramatic compre-
hension nil or limited, he thinks a man daft who is enthusiastic,
or vulgar who faithfully realizes common life — the only life that
is real, and therefore dramatic Thank God for common life —
love of man — of woman — of wife — of bairns — of light and air
— for food and clothing — for freenly crack and joyous wedding.
66 Reminiscences of David Kennedy,
— ay, for the gushing tears that meet the flowers on a father's
grave. Conventionality has slain thousands of immortal soul&
Tied up in rules, in the way anither man did it, the timid
born artist in colour or sound lives in doubt and dies in despair.
Dare ! dare ! dare ! — ^wisely dare — be judiciously brave — follow
the light of heaven given to all men — vividly to those who can
live in every human heart, know its secrets, and make the song
or sing the song that gladdens all mankind. Prodigious I
What a ' spate ' o' words ! . . ."
In the winter of 1876 he sang in Scotland ; in the spring of
1877 visited the north of Ireland ; in the summer paid his
jsecond visit to the Orkney Islands ; and in the autumn gave
a season at the g^eat St James Hall, London.
Writing about the preparations for his London season, he
•says —
'' We cannot hoist our flag on a sma' wa'. I like big halls,
one seems to expand body and soul. We mean to have a long
and deliberate sing in the great toon. Til never be able to
sing better, and the young folks are no to be sneezed at — indeed
some folks prefer them to the auld man — the auld man is in
for a good deal of adverse criticism, for he has definite ideas,
and will develope them to the pleasure of many and the dis-
gust of others. I am a wee Irvingish — I must do as I feel is
right tho' I have no precedent for it God surely does not
make men as they make bricks — a' ae '00' — nae doubt *but
some with vision keener,' deeper, some with invention, others
with imitation ; some to say, * This is the way,' others to follow.
The press of Scotland is warm. Some have said * over-realistic *
— that's the point where R will be down on me I know, and
rightly perhaps^ — it is hard to get all out of a song and not get
too much^ — I know it — . . . ."
The St James* Hall was originally taken for twelve nights,
but the success of the concerts was such that the season was
-extended to fifteen. When Ambrose Austin told Sims Reeves
that Kennedy had taken the Hall for twelve nights on his own
risk, Reeves remarked that " Kennedy was a very plucky
At the Cape. 67
fellow," and only those who know the risks of London concert-
giving know how true that was. But had he not dared, he had
tierer done anything. He dared to throw up his business in
Perth in 1857; he dared to give a long series of concerts in
London unaided in 1862-1863 ; he dared to cut himself adrift
.and go out to America in 1866 with very little in his pocket
■and nothing in the bank ; he dared to go out to Australia in
1872 and travel through country and over roads that the
■colonists themselves were afraid of; and as in great things so
in small
After the London season he made a tour of all the larger
English towns, including Manchester, Liverpool, Hull,
Birmingham, Nottingham, Leeds, Bradford, Newcastle,
• Sunderland, and many others in the middle and northern
•districts.
In 1878 he gave another long season in London, and after
■another tour through Scotland and the north of Ireland, he
started in the spring of 1879 for a tour of South Africa He
was accompanied only by his son David and two daughters,
Marjory and Lizzie. Robert and James had been sent to
Italy to pursue vocal studies there.
The tale of the Cape Tour, one of the most interesting of
our travelling experiences, is fully told by our brother David
{who afterwards resided in Natal for some years). On our
way to the Diamond Fields we had to pass through the
Orange Free State, and so came much into contact with the
Boers. It was delightful to watch our father conversing with
them in the language of gesture and expression, lighting up
the faces of the sober old Dutch women with his humour.
The rule being to sing everywhere en route, concerts were
given in the Free State, and the Dutch came in large numbers
and enjc^ed "Twa Hours at Hame" in spite of the foreign
68 Re^niniscences of David Kennedy,
language. (Even deaf and dumb institutions have shown their
appreciation.) In Natal, as in the other colonies, he was
warmly welcomed, and the Scotsmen there presented him with
a heavy ring of African gold set with three large African
diamonds.
Only ten days after his return from the Cape he started
again, bound this time for India, and accompanied by his wife^
two daughters, Helen and Lizzie, and his son David. Robert
and James remained in Italy, and were there joined \y
Marjory.
The following letters were written en route : —
"Malta, lOthOct, '79.
" Dear Hame Bairns, — Mother and me hope ye're a' wed
and back to the skule. Beautiful place, Malta — beautiful sea
— fine weather — fine ship — in short, a' things fine. Mother
wants her flooers watered, and the cat ta'en care o', an' the
birdie. Ship's sloppy. Letter maun close. — ^Your aifft. papa
and mamma."
"Suez, 1 6th Oct, 1879.
" Dear Bairns, — Through the Canal, a mighty work. Life
on shipboard perfect in its way. I am so lazy that I do not
even think much. I read all kinds of books — library kept by
officers. Climate, oh how beautiful even to us fresh from the
Cape — it seems paradise. When this country is governed by
liberty as now by despotism, it will be a garden of the Lord.
My curse on all forms of tyranny and our Government on the
side of tyranny — but not for long — not for long. Heaven be
on the Gladstone side. The people on board — returning
Indians — are of course Tory with a vengeance. Colonists as a
rule know as little of home politics as home people know of
Colonial politics. Few people know or care for anything be-
yond a few yards of themselves. Cultivate a habit of starting
all matters from fixed principles. . . ."
The heat in Calcutta in November proved very oppressive,
and he suffered from it severely, being one night completely
Letters from India. 69
prostrate with fever, and unable to sing. His letters from
India are graphic, ttiougti brief : —
" Calcutta, 28th Nov., '79.
"Dear Bairns at Hame,— . . , . Hech ! a' thing's het
here — if 3 no joke singing ' Scots ! wha hae ' in a shower of per-
spiration. The people here come out night after night till we
ken them by headmark. Mosquitoes wheeling round my pow
— 20 bites on my hands, mair on my face — I kill one now and
then with intense delight Weather getting cool — the cauld is
het What a crowd of human beings are here struggling for
life, and living on very little — claes are not a very heavy
element in expense or quantity, Twa or three yards o' tup-
penny-happenny cotton is a' the dress o' the men ; we scarcely
ever see a woman. We will have your letters here to-morrow.
I iong for them as water to a thirsty soul. . . ."
" Calcutta, 28th Nov., 'j^
"Dear Milan BAIRNS,^Hale be your hearts,— strong
your love for art — vast your capacity for receiving instruction
— keen your digestion of knowledge, and above all or including
all enjoy the passing hour, make it the happiest hour of your
life. Hech I I hae ha'en a time o't — not one well moment
since I landed — singing thro' fever, sore throat, indigestion, in-
flammation, and as mony ailments as ye choose to pin on.
Mother also no up to the mark. Praise be blest we are now
toddlin' about ' fell knappie.' The performance fully up to
the mark, and the people place us far away up among Indian
amusements. . . . Complete knowledge of the voice must
be your primary aim — only 1 must admit an occasional sing is
essential to the testing of educational progress. I hope you
will all take the best teaching you can get . . . It is near
dinner time — the craws and kites are gathering round the
vestibule, the noiseless Bengali glides about with dishes, etc —
the inner man sends word — 'vacuum.' Good bye ye eager
students — good health — clear consciences — educated and
healthy throats — a' lubricated with father's love and mother's
blessing."
He was iAtensely interested in and anxious about the
musical education of his sons and daughters. He encouraged
70 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
them when despondent, spared no expense on their tuition^
and wrote them .long letters of kindly counsel, from which we
quote : —
" Whatever you acquire from teachers, don't lose what you
have got from heaven."
"Thicken your piano singing; broaden without breaking'
your declamation."
" Practice various ways of singing same passage."
"Avoid monotony; let your emotional nature colour 5rour
voice ; practice the passions vocally."
" Do get a doze from Lamperti. Suck the marrow out of all
the Italian maestros. Don't go in much for C sharps Bob.
While you exalt your glorious notes, make the rough places
plaint
" Wait patiently for fruit Legato most of all essential to
fluid Scots sangs."
" Keep your lives sunny."
" I would hae sic a study amang auld Scots sangs."
" Except ye be as little children, ye shall not enter the King-
dom of Heaven nor of Art"
" Learn to use your voice. Sit at anybody's feet Delight
yourself in finding out your failings. Try, try, try again. I
know the temptation to rush at the result without waiting on
the means, for I did it myself, and that's the reason I want you
to hasten slowly."
"I did not know the value of Solfeggi, and did not know how
to do it I feel the want of it now when the voice will not do
the will of the singer. Sow, sow, sow I reap, reap, reap !"
" At critical moments of our lives we never do our best I
never did. As to who should be your master I cannot say.
Learn all good music you can. Keep at the auld Scots sangs:
they'll come in for your good some day. Read music at sight
day and night — master it, think on't, dream on't"
The life in India was trying ; indeed, it undermined his con-
stitution, and he never afterwards was in the full enjoyment of
health and strength. Still he never gave in.
A few more letters will suffice for the Indian tour : —
In Italy. 71
"Jamalapore, loth Dec, 1879.
" Dear Hame Bairns,— What a grand letter frae Kate —
'cantie Kate," 'cautious Kate,' slightly 'circuitous Kate' —
happy Kate at hame amang dirty weather, but stilt at hame —
Oh, hame, hoo I love ye ! We'll soon be hame, 4th or sth o'
May, but mony a mile (11,000) before we see ye, and mony
breekless loons will pass by without our noticing tiieir want o'
claes. How soon anything gets common save love. Love o'
ye a' — love o' music, hame and sangs never gets old or unin-
teresting. Losh ! here's a sermon — Gloag, I suppose keeps ye
supplied wi' that , . . Twa o'clock struck— dinner at 3'30
or 4 — snooze — shave — yawn — dress — lantern — walk to Insti-
tute — sing till 1030 — lantern — bed — up at 5 — rail till I0"30 —
II, breakfast and so on. My certie ! ony pemicketty body
bad better bide at hame. We seem like lumps o' butter — tak'
ony shape we maun. . . . India seems to us just now in
every respect a bladder, imposing, windy, by no means worth
the fash politically."
" Allahabad, 20th Dec.
" My health restored — heaven be praised ! — up-country air
delicious. . . ."
" Bombay, lOth Jan., '80
" The winter past here — heat stronger every day. We sail
from Calcutta on 2nd March. . . . I'm sitting, my coat off,
the window open and the sweat gathering on my brow — ^the
air is moist and heavy — at night I suffer greatly from heat, my
voice is a' richt now, a' goes on smoothly. ..."
" Lucknow, 2ist Jany., '8a
"... The [business management is fearfully tedious —
harassing, hot weather, too — done mostly middle of the day.
Nevertheless, India is the keystone of our information — now
everything is compact . . ."
" Agra, 26th Jany., '8a
" I miss the warm love of my audiences in other lands — this
(for the whites) is an arid land in all heart crops — pride, anger,
all the hell crops grow well. . . ."
" Lahore, 3rd Feby., '80.
" Just read sic a bunch o' letters and never felt more pleased
in all my life. Mother and me alone, and we sat and grat wi'
72 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
perfect joy. . . . Last night biggest house ever seen here
— Governor, and so on — glorious sing. Our health will stand
the hame-comin'. . . ."
He left India in March, as proposed, and on the return
Journey spent some months in Italy with his sons and
daughters, attending their lessons, helping them with advice,
and himself learning much that proved useful to him during
the next six years. The following letter is from the shores of
Lake Como, whither Lamperti had gone for the summer, fol-
lowed of course by his circle of pupils : —
" Cernobbia, Lake of Como, Italy,
"Monday, 3rd May, i88a
" Dear Wifie, — Like St Paul I say unto you, behold, how
large a letter I have written you with mine own hand. Here
I am after rowing an hour and a half on the lake — a nice open
window neither cauld nor het, and the hope of a quiet smoke
when I have got this letter finished. Saturday nicht I left
Milan by train at 5.45 p.m., got to Como-toon at 740—
whustled — got Jamie ootside^ — off we went wi' my black
bag — clean sark — black coat^ — swellish hat^ — I have not
had them on yet Jim took me into a wee boat in
the dark, and row'd, row'd away into the lake and night — the
boat was wee and coglie, and thinks I, will Lizzie ever see her
mannie again. Jim said, * Steer for yon licht' * I see nae licht,'
says I. I glowered again. 'Oh, yes.' *Weel then, faither,*
quo Jim, 'put the licht oot in my heid.' So I did, but now and
then I had the licht on his left lug and now and then on his
richt ; and then, to continue the thrilling story, he says, * Mak'
for the licht on the left, that's a man lookin' for us ;' but we
nearly (in the dark) bumped against the licht a man was using
for spearing fish. At length and lang, after many perils and
dangers on the bosom of a quiet lake, we ran or * snooved '
ashore, some wreckers on shore giving me an arm oot the bonnie
wee boat Then some het wine, some theological crack wi'
Jim, then off to bed at 10.30. Sabbath (don't tell Gloag) we
were eight and a half hours on the lake ; there was naething to
gang till but Popery kirks — dull — rain at the end o' journey,
but what cared we — grand mountains, magnificent mist-clouds,
good grub, and fresh air. Good dinner at 7 p.m. — bed at 9
Loss of a Son and two Daughters. 73
p.m. — first nicht in a graund room by myset' — second ntcht, a
cozy wee bed in Jamie's room. Monday, up at seven— break-
fast at 7,30 — walk — lesson (I was there) — took stock — I will
teach the system, and so will Jim, when we come home. I
rowed in the boat an hour and a half mysel' alone — macaroni
and chicken getting ready for dinner — sleep — walk to Como,
three miles — coffee — papers — walk back — bed 9,30, and so on.
. . . The folk in Milan a' richt. I'll be hame there (Milan)
on Friday. . , Love tae a', — Your affectionate husband,
D. Kennedy.
Advantage was taken of his presence in Milan to get up a
concert for the purpose of defraying the expense of introducing
a new organ into the English Church there. He gladly gave
his services and sang several Scottish songs to a mixed
audience of Italians and English-speaking residents. He
specially pleased the Italian critics by his singing of " The
Land o' the Leal," and they were charmed with his ease of
manner and expressiveness of face and gesture.
When he returned to Scotland he took his son James with
him, leaving Robert, Helen, and Marjory to continue their
studies in MilaiL
With James and John and two younger daughters, Kate and
Lizzie, he toured in Scotland till the spring of 188 1, when James
returned to Signor Lamperti to resume his vocal studies, taking
with him his sisters Kate and Lizzie. Lamperti was wintering
in Nice and there they joined him, but had only been three
weeks from home when the terrible news arrived that they had
all three perished at the burning of the Theatre des Italiens at
Nice It was a terrible blow and he never recovered from it,
although he took up his work a^in and went courageously on
with it, having perhaps a still greater power for good now that
he had the world's sympathy with him in his sorrow.
In the autumn of the same year he again visited America,
accompanied by his sons, Robert and John, and three
74 Re^niniscences of David Kennedy,
daughters, Helen, Marjory, and Maggie. Crowded audiences
welcomed him in Canada and the States, and he pushed up
to the north-west as far as Winnipeg, then the point toward
which the stream of emigration was pouring. In 1882 he
returned home, and after a season in Scotland and England,
he started in the spring of 1883 for his farewell tour of
Australia and New Zealand. This proved the most success-
ful tour he had ever undertaken, but it was carried through
at the cost of great physical exhaustion and nervous strain.
He sighed for rest, and could not take it. His spirit was rest-
less — he wanted ever to be at his work, and the sympathy
and society of the public were necessary to his existence.
Within a month of the end of his tour he wrote from Hobart
Town, Tasmania, as follows : —
" 14th June, '84.
" Dear A'body, — Only a word or two. How near the end
of our tour in this splendid part of God's creation. I shall
never see it again. Steekin* the door ahint me ! Ah, well !
our door No. 8 will open — the most important door next to
the gate of heaven. All are well, as we heard from you.
How our hearts rejoice at * All well.' May ye a' continue so
till we meet Rest I REST ! REST ! Oh, how sweet is the
sound. . . . Love to a' freens. — Your affectionate father,
"D. Kennedy.
On the return journey from Australia he was eagerly looking
forward to the meeting with his eldest son David, who had
returned to Edinburgh from a three years residence in Natal.
David was in delicate health, and his father proposed sending
him to winter in the south of France ; but a fortnight before
the arrival of the Australian mail, he was sent off by the
doctors to a warmer climate and chose to return to Natal. It
was a terrible disappointment to both his father and himself.
He got a government appointment in Pietermaritzburg, as
Death of his eldest Son. 75
secretar>' to the Council of Education, and his health seemed
to improve for a time, but he suffered a relapse and died about
six months after his appointment This was another great
sorrow to his father, who was at the time touring in Scotland.
After his return from Australia in the autumn of 1884, he
remained only eighteen months in the "old country," and in
March, 1886, he gave his farewell concerts, prior to departure for
America, in the St. James's Hall, London, to crowded audiences.
During this season he brought out his youngest daup^hter Jessie,
the last of his family of eleven, all of whom had at one time or
another accompanied him on his concert tours.
Because of the great heat of the summer months in the
States and Upper Canada, the American tour was commenced
in the Canadian maritime provinces, and the intention was to
go through Canada first and open the farewell tour of the States
on Bums' Night, January, 1887, in the Steinway Hall, New
York. The tour was to include a visit to British Columbia.
But all these plans were suddenly frustrated. He had been
growing weaker and weaker day by day. His public talk was
growing more and more impressive, and we all felt a shadow
coming over us. But every one said he was singing more
beautifully than ever. How well I remember the last time he
sang " The land o' the leal," it was so beautiful both in tone
and expression, that it was with difficulty we went on with
the remainder of the programme. The disease, Canadian
cholera, came on gradually, but he would not cancel his
engagements, although we begged him to do so for his own
sake. He had always gone on through everything — only twice
during the whole of his professional career had he been unfit
for work. Once in India, when he was laid down with fever,
and again in Elgin, in the north of Scotland, when he was
confined to his room with a very severe cold.
y(> Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
On Tuesday, the fifth of October, we were to sing in Strat-
ford, Ontario, and we travelled on from Samia in the afternoon.
He lay down to rest, and did not wake till shortly before eight
o'clock. We were all over at the Town Hall except one of
our sisters, who remained to help him, and the audience was
gathered, many of them having come long distances to hear
Kennedy for the last time. At eight o'clock our sister came
and said he was too ill to move. What should we do? We
could not send the people away at the last hour. The mayor
of the city, Mr. McGregor, kindly offered to take the chair, and
we carried the programme through ourselves. We believed it
would be only a temporary illness, and made arrangements for
a long rest ; but we had only a week of nursing. The windows
were open all the time, for the Canadian autumn weather is
lovely, and we looked out on the gorgeous autumn foliage of
the maple trees.
There was nothing gloomy about his death, nothing bitter
about his memory. It was the peaceful end of a beautiful life.
His wife and daughters were all round him when he died, and
sang to him two verses of his favourite hymn —
" The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer mom I've sighed for,
The fair sweet mom awakes."
He was perfectly conscious and moved his lips in unison with
theirs, for he was too weak to do more. He did not die a
stranger in a strange land. There were men there who had
known him in boyhood, and others who were friends of his
manhood, and all proved most true friends to us in our trouble.
We wish to thank publicly Mr. Thomas Ballantyne, M.P.P.,
Mr. Alex. Matheson, editor of the Stratford Beacon^ and Mr.
Letters on Friendship. 77
David Campbell for the many and invaluable services they-
rendered to us.
His remains were embalmed, and twelve hours after his
death the funeral car moved to the station followed by
hundreds of the citizens. We came home, and there was
another funeral procession from his own house to the Grange
Cemetery, where he was laid just opposite to his own father
and near to Dr. Guthrie. He was a man who had loved much
and was much loved in return. Of friendship he wrote : —
" Dear Freen, — A' the joys o' life are bound up in true
friendship. Heart to heart, soul to soul, is rare among all
men, and if you don't show_yi7«r heart you'll never see a heart
• — every man has an unexplored region in his being and in it
he will, I believe, find very visible traces of the Deity. Real
Freenship means equality in a' thing or near about it . . .
The true sublime of human life is love of bairns and wife. . .
God, wife, bairns, frcens, country, profession. How does that
order please ye. . . Ye drank my health at 6 p.m. did ye !
(New Year's Day). Ah weel — I was shaving at that time for
singing at Letth. Thank ye — I thocht on ye as I scraped
mysel' — may the Deil never hae a hand in oor washing.
" Yrs. very truly, D. KENNEDY."
And ag^n : —
" Sappiness ts a great blessing — it is not too common.
Juiciness — the glorious product of a warm heart oiling the hard
intellect and exuding the sympathising tear or breaking out in
the sunny smile, the hearty hand-shake — producing in short
the highest result of human or divine chemistry — Love ."
He was a genuine musical enthusiast outside the range of
his country's songs, had a great admiration for Handel, and a
reverential feeling towards the music of the " Messiah." He
sang the tenor airs from oratorios to us occasionally, and we
shall not soon forget his singing of the Messiah passion music.
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:r.-:*:.il f.rrLajzie-" -^ls ?J:Viri '.Vir^er. Kfs eathosiasai for
i-irr. iu-.-tTi' -.- -^_v» =- i... i . — ^- ^^ va^iKa more tiic
"•idcs."" :---in the f.rnu ii:*e.cr ,^r*a£:V. the Utter, and
cor,=.^rje't-y r^-.-ri j::zi=el: :r_ ihi s£ie <x the pardsans of the
-nj-Ti- of the fur-rsi' V/rlur.^ en ihe subject, Mr. \V.
I :c- fervor., of Lt^-icr.. 55. vf : —
•In June cf '*2 }:ur fithcr v^is spending a holiday in
L'nion. Gem: an -.yzr<^ ^^-5^ en 1: the time at Dnirj- Lane,
and he was en-ovin^ :: as a rare feast- He heard ' Tristan and
Is ylde; the nrst tin:e it ^as played i believe in this country")
* Eurianthe,* * Fide!: : .' ^nd the * Meistersin^er." He was quite
enthusiastic over \Va=:nen There was a •b-::ness/ a wild
grandeur about it. which quite m^ved him. He was delighted
beyond expression. It pleased him also verj- much when we
succeeded in getting Tenr.pleton up t:* stay with us for a night
in order that we might all go together to hear *The Meister-
singer.' Mr. Templeton to^-^k it all in very quietly. Upon the
whole, however, he and all of us much crioved the treat.
Upon your father remarking to him * This was the scene of
your many triumphs/ * Aye/ replied he, • and of many many
di??appointmcnts/ J. \V. Davison, musical critic of The Times^
and other veterans of the press, crowded round your father and
Templeton during the intervals, and there was much of spark-
ling wit and humor. It was a night, I believe, to be long
remembered by all of us there.*'
After Burns, his favourite author was Carlyle. He read all
his works over and over again, and enjoyed them more at every
fresh reading. His reading of the day tinged his conversation
of the evening, and one could readily tell, for instance, when
lie had been reading Carlyle. During the last ten or twelve
years of his professional life he made only a mental prepara-
tion for his evening's work, spending the afternoon in the
seclusion of his own room. His running lecture or commentary
His Patriotism. 79
on the songs not being a prepared and written-out formula, we
have some difficulty in giving faithful exaniples of his style ;
be lefl no notes, and we are dependant on memory alone. In
his admiration for Burns and Carlyle he was undoubtedly in-
fluenced by their nationality, for he was as enthusiastic in his
patriotism as in all else.
He felt keenly the growing fashion of talking of the affairs
of the nation as the "English" policy. In introducing Burns'
song, " Scots ! wha hae wi' Wallace bled," (Bruce's address to
the Scottish army on Bannockburn field) he said, " Scotland is
not a part of England, Scotland is a parttur with England in
the country which ought to be called, but seldom is, " Great
Britain." Part of the treaty of the Union was that the two
countries should take down their rival signboards, " England "
and "Scotland," and put up a large one covering both —
"Great Britain." The bargain was made fair and square.
John Bull couldna say to Sandy Campbell, "You must do
this " or " You must do that" " Must " was , buried at
Bannockburn field. " If you want to be freends," says Sandy,
" there's my h&nd, but if you want to fecht, come on !" That
bargain has not been kept. Orators of all kinds, both great
and small, talk of " England " when they mean Britain, and
of the "English" army, and the "English" navy, etc., as if
there were no 42nd Highlanders or Enniskillen. Dragoons."
Some people think this is a craze, and that the name Eng-
land serves just as well as Britain, but to those who are proud
of their nationality it is not so.
In politics he was a radical, a land-for-the-nation man,
although he did not pin his faith to any particular leader. Of
all politicians the man he most esteemed was John Bright
He had been the hero of his younger days. One day he met
him on the station at Grantown on the Highland Railway.
8o Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
The old gentleman was kindly helping my mother and sisters
into the carriage in the absence of a porter when my father
came up, " Pardon me, but you are John Bright, if I mistake
not." " That is my name," he said," " whom have / the
pleasure of addressing?" " I am David Kennedy, the Scottish
singer. I have sung *• A man's a man for a' that ' round the
world." At this moment the train moved off. They cordially
shook hands and parted.
From many similar testimonies to the respect and love
which Scotsmen bore to our father in all parts of the world we
select a few lines from a resolution moved by the §t Andrew
Society of London, Ont, as they describe his work in a very
few words : —
"We feel that by the death of Mr. Kennedy, Scotsmen
throughout the world have lost a friend and educator; that
Mr. Kennedy's high ideal in his professional career was not
only to bring out the humor, pathos, and patriotism which so
strongly characterize our national melodies, but his keen
appreciation and earnest enforcement of the moral and
religious elements in the songs which he loved to sing to his
countrymen in all parts of the civilized world, have left an
indelible impression for good on the minds of the present
generation of Scotsmen wherever his voice has been heard."
It is not for us, his family, to write at length of his almost
unbounded generosity, and his warm-hearted sympathy with
suffering humanity. He felt too keenly, for his own happiness,
the miseries of others.
We have not quoted press criticisms, as they are too numerous,
but a few words from a well known critic (Mr. W. N. Watson,
of Dundee) are worth repeating : — ** His singing was artistic
in the truest sense of the word, where vocal tone, melody, and
manner were subservient to the one purpose of enforcing the
Hen-Pecked Husbands.
8i
meaniag of words as expressive of thought and feeling, and
his speech was as his singing — incisive and eloquent"
He did not merely sing his country's songs, he in many
cases doubled the value of songs by his interpretation of them
— they were distinctly " creations " in the sense that an actor
or operatic singer "creates" a part Jls for instance, "The
wee wee German lairdie," "Johnnie Cope," "The women are a*
gane wud," " Hame cam' oor
gudeman at e'en," " The
Laird o' Cockpen," "Come
under my plaidie," " The
weary pund o' tow." His
introduction to the latter is.
an easily quotable example
of his manner of interpreta-
tioiL He perceives that it is the utterance of a hen-pecked
husband, and gives a verbal picture of the race as follows : —
"There were and are and ever more shall be hen-pecked
husbands in Scotland and everywhere else. This man had a
wife who would not spin but she would drink, in a country
82 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
where spinning was a virtue and drinking a disgrace. A
terrible life he lived till at length she died, and he followed her
' feet foremost ower the knowe ' to yonder kirkyard with his
eyes overflowing with tears and his heart with joy. He saw
her weel trampit doon six feet ancath the gnind, and went
home to his own house, where for the first time he dared speak
his mind, and what did he say? I'm %veel oot o' this mes9^
afore I'd marry again I'd rather hang mysel' ; but his joy was
short-lived, for the horrible fear comes over him that death itself
may not be able to hold this fearful woman in his clutches.
So he leaves your sight moaning as of yore over the ' Weary
pund o' tow.' Hen-pecked husbands are commonly tall, thin,
lanky men with yellowish, dryish, thinish, greyish, hair.
Their eyes lack lustre, the colour of them blueish yellow, their
voices are thin, dry, or douf, their complexions are sallow,
their shoulders stoop, their knees approach, and their toes
turn inwards —
' The weary _
Tbe wcaiy pund o
I think my wife will c
Afote she spins het
pund, the weaiy pund,
rv Ijund o' tow ;
>'i11 end face Ur«
" The women are a' gane wud '■ was
another example of a man who was not
master in his own house, a man who
"trimmed" and was on neither side
at the time of the Jacobite Rebellion.
He paraphrased the old man's opin-
ions as follows: —
"Women should never be allowed
to meddle wi' politics. Women dae
what their heart bids them, and what's the use o' your heart in
politics, it's your head you maun use. It's no what's richt or
wOpar^ /Blind o' fo**'
" The weCy wee German Lairdie** 83
wrang ye maun dae in politics, it's what's expedient. If it's
expedient to dae wrang, do't, if you're perfectly certain that
it'll advance your ain personal interests."
It would be much more difficult to give an idea of his
impersonation of Patie Birnie, the auld fiddler of Kinghorn, in
" The auld man's mare's dead," or his rendering of "The Deil's
awa wi' the Exciseman," or " Johnnie Cope," or " The wee wee
German lairdie." In connection with this last named song, he
used to tell how for years he tried to realize the white heat of
a Highlander's wrath and the bitterness of his scorn, but with-
out success, till one day, walking in the Zoological Gardens in
Toronto, Ontario, he came against the cage of a wild cat. The
beast glared at him and sprang at the bars and shook them.
Instantly it struck him that that was a Hielandman singing
" The wee wee German lairdie." He practised the effect there
and then with his model before him, and sang the song to it,
and his mimic rage so subdued the brute that after the first
line it loosed its hold of the bars, after the second it slunk
back, after the third it ceased grinning, and at the end of the
fourth it went to the back of the cage, coiled its tail on the
floor, sat down upon it and winked at him.
He was a most enthusiastic lover of the Highland songs,
urging us to the study of them, which we cheerfully took up,
singing them first to some of Professor Blackie's translations,
and later attempting the whole song in Gaelic. He was never
tired of listening to them. Indeed it would be difficult to
convey an adequate idea of his enjoyment of his own nightly
work and of the singing of his " bairns." He had no grades of
performance, he always strained every nerve to do his best for
the sake of the songs he loved so well.
As indicating to some extent the particular place he held as
an exponent of Scottish songs, we close with the following
84 Reminiscences of David Kennedy.
extract from a letter of Mr. John Forbes-Robertson, of Lon-
don, the well-known art critic, addressed to him in September,
1885. He writes: —
'' I knew personally and familiarly John Sinclair, John
Templeton and John Wilson — a vocal triumvirate of whom
Scotland might well be proud.
" The first was known as * the leddies* bonnie Sinclair.' His
daughters, by the way, like your own, were mainly educated in
Italy. One of them was married to Edwin Forrest, the Ameri-
can tragedian, who, if I remember rightly, told me he was bom
in Montrose. I have often heard Mrs. Forrest and her sister
sing as a duet, ' Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,' with much
tenderness and effect They never sang in public. Sinclair
was a frank, genial fellow, and among his Scottish songs were
* Hey the bonnie, ho the bonnie, hey the bonny breastknots^'
and one of his own composition * Come, sit ye doon, my bonny
bonny love.' But Sinclair often sang English operatic songs
such as * Pray Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your
tongue,' and the like. He could hardly be said, therefore, to
have been a special exponent of Scottish melody. Similar
remarks are applicable to John Templeton. He also went in
for English opera, and was specially good in English huntii^
songs. Among Scottish lilts his most popular were Imlah's
" There lived a young lassie far doon in yon glen " composed
forty-five years ago by De Pinna of London, and * Roy's
Wife,' which, I must say, he sang splendidly. I have heard
him try your glorious song of * Rantin', Rovin' Robin,' but his
delivery of it, though very spirited, was quite conventional, and
entirely lacked that rousing swing you give to the chorus. In
both cases the men were as anxious to display the academic
flexibility of their voices as to set forth the innate beauties of
their country's songs. Each had in his turn, like Wilson after
them, been first tenor at the English Opera, and they could
not forget the fact
" When I come to John Wilson, I name the only man who
has any real claim to be considered your forerunner, or com*
pared with you in any way. He was not without a certain
rather stilted pawkiness, and had perhaps all your sweetness
but none of your breadth and power. His singing of ' The
flowers of the forest' was really exquisite ; but when he came
to deal with the native humor of his country's muse his sense
of the proprieties always came in the way, and he allowed
Critique by John ForbeS'Robertson. 85
manners and deportment, in a certain measure, to override the
inspiration of nature. He never abandoned himself, as you do,
to any of those homely influences or glorious bursts for whose
display our songs a^ord so many striking opportunities.
Further : you are a born actor, and possess a dramatic sym-
pathy and intensity — a power of personation, in short — to
whidi none of your predecessors could, in the same degree, lay
claim. From long residence in England, they were all three
more or less Anglicised, both socially and as artists, and were,
when among Southrons, almost apolf^tic in introducing the
Doric of their native land, whether in speech or song. You,
on the contrary, have not only the courage of your country,
but an exceeding great joy and pride in whatever is hers ; and
your mither-tongue, as the wide world knows, is to you a
sacred trust and possession.
" In short, my half century's experience, and my own lyrical
instincts, entitle me to assert that, whether for simple narrative
or description, for emotion, pathos, and power, you are by far
tiie most perfect and dramatic exponent of Scottish song that
Scotland has yet produced."
S6 Saunders JlPG/as/ia?i*s Coiirtship.
Saunders M'Glashan's Courtship.
Saunders M'Glashan was a handloom weaver in a rural
part of Scotland many years ago. Like many another Scots-
man, he was strongly possessed with the desire to own the
house he lived in. He bought it, before he had saved money
enough to pay for it, and he toiled day and night to clear
the debt, but died in the struggle. He bequeathed the debt
and his blessing to his wife and bairns. When he was dyings
he called his son to the bedside and said, *' Saunders, ye're the
eldest son, and ye maun be a faither to the ither bairns, see
that they a' learn to read their Bibles and to write their names,
and be gude to your mither; and, Saunders, promise me
that ye'll see that the debt is paid." The son promised,
and the father died and was buried in the auld kirjcyard. Years
passed — the bairns were a' married and awa*, and Saunders
was left alone with his mother. She grew frail and old, and he
nursed her with tender conscious care. On the evening of
the longest summer day she lay dying. Saunders sat at her
bedside, and they opened their hearts to each other on the
grandest themes. Stretching her skinny hand out of the bed-
clothes, she laid it on his head, now turning grey, and said :
" Saunders, ycVc been a gude laddie, and Tm gaun to leave ye.
I bless ye, and Heaven will bless you; for ye have dune
Heaven's biddin', and honoured your faither and mither. I'll
see your faither the morn, and Til tell him that the bairns are
a' weel, and that the debt was paid lang or I left the earth."
She died, and he laid her in the kirkyard beside his father, and
returned to the house he was born in — alone. He sat down in
his father's chair crowned with the priceless crown of a
deserved blessing, but there was no voice to welcome him.
Saunders M^Glashatis Courtship, 87
•'WhafU I dae/' he said. "I think Tli just keep the hoose
myser." This was easily done, for he lived very simply —
parritch or brose to breakfast, tatties and herrin' to dinner, and
brose or parritch again to supper. But when winter set in,
his trials began. One dark morning he awoke and said, "What
needs I lie gantin' here, Til rise and get a licht.*' So he got his
flint and steel and tinder-box and set to work. Nowadays we
strike a match and have a light, but Saunders had no such
easy task. The sparks from the steel and flint would not
ignite the tinder, he struck vehemently, missed the flint, and
drove the steel deep into his knuckles. "This'll never dae," he
cried, " I'm tired o' this life — I'm determined to hae a wife."
He succeeded at last in lighting the fire and made his parritch^
but he burnt them, and the soot came doon the lum and fell
into them. " I'm pooshinin' mysel'," he said; "I'm fa'in* awa'
frae my claes, an' my breeks are hingin* in wrunkles about me.
I said in my haste this mornin' that I wad hae a wife, an' noo
I say in my solemn leisure, * This very day I shall have a
wife!'"
Saunders was a simple-minded man, but no simpleton. He
knew nothing of the ways of women. Various maidens had
set their caps at him, but he had never seen it He knew his
Bible well, and naturally turned to Solomon for advice, but
did not get much comfort there. " Hoo am I to understand
women," he said, " for Solomon was the wisest man that ever
lived, and he said that lie couldna understand the ways o*
women — it was'na for the want o* opportunity ony way."
Instinct told him that when he went a-wooing his best dress
should go on; and looking in the glass he said, "I canna gang
to see the lasses wi' a beard like that" So he shaved himself,
altho' he was never known to shave except on Saturday ; and
he was such a strict Sabbatarian that if he began to shave late
on Saturday night, and the clock chappit twelve when he had
but one half of his face scrapit, he would leave it till the Sunday
was over. The shaving done, he rubbed his chin, saying, with
great simplicity, "I think that should dae for the lasses noo."
Then he turned and admired himself in the glass, for vanity is
88 Saunders APGlas/ian's Courtship,
the last thing that dies, even in man. " Ye're no a very ill lookin'
man after a', Saunders ; but its a' very weel bein* guid lookin'
and weel drest, but whatna woman am I gaun to seek for my
wife."
He got at length paper and a pencil and wrote down with
great deliberation six female names in large half text, carefully
dotting all the "i"s and stroking all the "t"s, and surveyed the
list as follows : " That's a* the women I mind about There's
no great choice among them, I think — let me see," putting on
his spectacles, "it's no very wiselike gaun courtin' when a body
needs to wear specs. Several o' them IVe never spoken till,
but I suppose that's of no consequence in this case. There's
Mary Young. She's no veiy young, at ony rate. Elspeth
McFarlane, but she's blind o' the richt e'e ; and it's not neces-
sary that Saunders M*Glashan should marr>' an imperfect
woman. Kirsty Forsyth — she's been married twice already,
an' surely twa men's enough for ony woman. Mary Morison
— a very bonnie woman, but she's gotten a confounded lang
tongue, an' they say the hair upon her head's no' her ain hair
— I'm certain it's her ain tongue, at ony rate ! Jeannie Miller,
wi' plenty o' siller — not to be despised. Janet Henderson, wi'
plenty o' love. I ken that she has a gude heart, for she was
kind till her mither lang bedfast ; an' when ony barefoot laddie
braks his taes, he rises and gowls, and runs straight to her
house, and she dights his bubbly nose and claps him on the
head, and says, * rin awa' hame noo, ye'll be a man afore yex
mither ! ' Noo, which o' thae six will I go to first ? I think
the first four can bide a wee, but the last twa — siller and love !
— love and siller ! Eh, wadna it be grand if a person could get
them baith ! but that's no' allowed in the Christian dispensa-
tion. The patriarchs had mair liberty. Abraham wad just
hae ta'en them baith, but I'm no' Abraham. They say siller's
the god o' the warld — I never had ony mair use for siller than
to buy meat and claes, to put a penny in the plate on Sabbath,
and gie a bawbee to a blind fiddler. But they say heaven's
love and love's heaven, an' if I bring Janet Henderson to my
fireside, and she sits at that side darnin' stockins, and I sit at
Saunders M^Glasharis Courtship. 89
this side readin' after my day's wark, an' I lauch ower to her,
and she lauchs ower tae me, isna that heaven upon earth? A
body can get on in this warld withoot siller, but they canna
get on in this world without love. I'll gie Janet Henderson
the first offer."
He put on his best Sabbath-day hat, and issued forth into
the street Instantly at all the windows commanding a view
of the street, there were female noses flattened against the
panes. Voices might be heard crying, " mither ! mither !
mither ! Come here ! come here ! come here ! Look ! look !
look! there's Saunders M*Glashan wi' his beard aff, and his
Sabbath-day claes on in the middle o' the week ; he's looking
awfu' melancholy, — I wonder wha's dead."
Quite unconscious of the sensation he was creating, he
walked gravely on towards the house of Janet Henderson.
She at this moment, not knowing that her first offer was so
near, was sitting spinning, sighing and saying ! " Eh preserve
me ! its a weary warld 1 I've been thirty year auld for the
last ten years (sings) —
' Naebody comin' to marry me,
Naebody comin tae woo !
Naebody comin' to marry me,
Naebody comin* tae woo.* **
The door opened, and there stood Saunders M*Glashan. "Eh!
preserve me, Saunders, is that you? A sicht o' you's guid for
sair een!" The maiden span and took side-long glances.
A woman can see mair wi' the tail o' her ee, than a man can
see with his two eyes wide open. "Come awa' into the fire.
What's up wi' ye the day, Saunders ? ye're awfu' weel lickit
up, ye are ; I never saw ye lookin' sae handsome. What is't
ye're after?" "Tm gaun aboot seekin' a wife!" "Eh,
Saunders, if it's that ye want, ye needna want that very lang,
I'm thinkin'." " But ye dinna seem to understand me ; it's
ycu I want for my wife." "Saunders M^Glashan! think shame
o' yersel', makin' a fool o' a young person in that manner."
"I'm makin' nae fool o' ye, Janet This very day I'm de-
/
ix^ Saunders M^Glashaiis Courtship.
tonnincd to hae a wife. You are the first that I've spoken
till. I houp there's nae offence, Janet I meant no offence.
ICh I oh very weel, if that's the way o't, it canna be helped,"
and slowly unfolding the paper, which he had taken from his
waistcoat pocket, " I have several other women's names markit
down here tae ca' upon."
She saw the man meant business, stopped her spinning,
looked down, was long lost in thought, raised her face, and
broke the silence as follows, "Saunders (ahem) M'Glashan
(ahem), I've given your serious offer great reflection ; I've
spoken to my heart, and the answer's come back to my tongue.
I'm sorry tae hurt yer feelins, Saunders, but what the heart
speaketh the tongue repeateth. A body maun act in thae
matters according to their conscience, for they maun gie an ac-
count at the last. So I think, Saunders, — I think Til just — I'll
just" — covering her face with her apron — "I'll just tak' ye.
Eh, Saunders, gae 'wa' wi' ye! — gae 'wa' ! gae *wa' !" But the
maiden did not require to resist, for he made no attack, but
solemnly sat in his seat, and solemnly said, " I'm rale muckle
obleeged to ye, Janet : it'll no be necessary to ca' on ony o'
thae ither lassies noo !" He rose, thinking it was all over, and
turned towards the door, but the maiden was there first, with
her back at the door, and said, "Preserve me! what have I
dune ? If my neebors come tae ken that I've ta'en you at the
very first offer, they'll point the finger of scorn at me, and say
ahint my back as lang as I live, * that woman was deeiri for
a man ' : so ye maun come here every day for the next month,
and come in day licht, so that they'll a' see ye comin' an' gaun,
and they'll say, * that woman's no easy coortit I can tell ye ;
the puir man's wearin' his shoon aff his feet ! ' For, Saunders !
though I'll be your wife, Saunders, I'm determined to hae my
dues o' courtship a' the same." She lit the lamp of love in his
heart at last. For the first time in his long life he felt the unmis*
takcable, holy, heavenly glow ; his heart broke into a full storm
of love, and stooping down he took her yielding hand in his
and said, "Yes 1 wull, yes I wull! I'll come twice every day, my
Jo! my Jo — Jaanet!" Before the unhappy man knew where
Saunders M^GlasIiatCs Courtship.
91
he was he had kissed the maiden ! who was long expecting it ;
but the man blushed crimson, feeling guilty of a crime which
he thought no woman could forgive, for it was the first kiss he
had gotten or given in fifty lang Scottish kissless years — while
the woman stood with a look of supreme satisfaction, looking
for more, but as no more seemed coming — for a woman can
see a kiss a long way off— she lifted the corner o' her apron
and dichted her moo, and said to him as she dichted her moo,
" eh, Saunders M*Glashan ! isna that rale refreshin ! "
92 Tlie Minister's Fiddle,
The Minister's Fiddle.
In a small, northern, inland, lazy, sleepy, self-satisfied Scottish
town, lived John and Tammas, weavers by profession ; apron^
round their waists ; fond o' snuff ; in the days when the snuff
mill was used as the pipe is now.
** Tak' a snuff, Tammas ? Onything new?" « No." " Nae-
thing ava ?" " No."
Now Tammas was the gossip of the place, the man that
knew everything first in the town, and folks sometimes said he
kenned things afore they happened.
" Eh ! man stop or I mind ! Weel, Til just mention a
circumstance that came to my knowledge yesterday. As I
was gaun doun the street, a wheen wives were fillin' their pigs
at the well. I couldna help noticin* that they were a' Baptist
bodies an' dissentin* trash, an* they were speakin' about oor
minister, and said ane to the ither, *No!' *Eh, preserve me,
have ye no heard ? Folks arc sayin' that the fiddle gangs
frae morning till nicht in the parish minister's hoose.* Weel,
when I heard that, I could'na help sayin* to mysel* a' last
nicht, I wonder if there was less fiddlin' in the manse if there
wad be ony mair pith into the poopit."
" Capital,'* says John, " capital, guid mornin', guid morninV'
and away went the old man to his cronies and told them the
pungent saying of Tammas, and they came to the general
opinion that something must be done to prevent the parish
kirk becoming a byword and a reproach. So the Session at
last met informally, and decided that it was their duty to ex-
postulate with the minister, and John and Tammas were
The Minister's Fiddle. 93
appointed a deputation for that purpose. He heard of their
coming — a minister has lang ears — and was prepared for them.
The deputation came to the door -of the manse confident of
their success, and were met at the door by the minister.
"How's a' wi' ye, Tammas? How are ye to-day, John?'*
" We're quite well, sir," said they, bowing stiffly, with all the
dignity of "offeecial" persons. John, who was the spokes-
man, cleared his voice and began, " Sir, the Session appointed
me and Tammas a deppytation to ca' upon you to say — ."
" Ye manna stand at the door and speak, come awa' in. Sit
doon there, Tammas."
" I canna sit there ! that's yer ain chair."
" All the chairs in the house are mine, but thaf s my study
chair. If ye sit there lang enough Tammas, ye'll maybe be
able to mak' sermons yersel' !"
John felt that he must begin at once, but he soon discovered
that it is one thing to be appointed " a deputation " and another
thing to do its business. His " mull " was in his hand, and he
tapped it as if his brains were in it. " Weel," as I said, " the
Session appinted Tammas and me — me and Tammas — a
deppytation to ca' upon you an' say that — that we were ap-
pinted, Tammas an' me, a deppytation — that the Session met
an' appinted Tammas an' me to wait upon ye, sir, an' say that
—that— Wull ye tak a snuff, sir ? "
"Oh, yes. I'm very fond, of snuff, and speaking of snuff
puts me in mind of a man that sleeps in the seat with you
on Sabbath. Would you kindly give him a pinch of your best
snuff to keep him awake."
" I'll dae that, sir," says John, " Til dae that. But dae ye no
think it wad be a gudc thing if ye wad put a pinch o' snuff
into your sermon ? "
"What's the matter wi' my sermons, John? Are ye no
pleased wi' my sermons ? "
"Oh, yes," said John, "I'm rale weel pleased wi* your
sermons — they're getting better and better every Sabbath.**
" In what respect ? "
"They're gettin' shorter and shorter, sir."
94 l^f^ Ministers Fiddle.
" Ah, John ! yeVe gettin* fond o' yer joke," and the minister
showed his common sense, by laughing with others, at his own
expense.
*' Guidwife ! is the tea ready ? we will have oor tea and a
crack." After the tea in those days came the toddy. They
talked of everything except the fiddle ; and after a glass or two
the minister said, " I must tell you that I have been spend-
ing a good deal of my spare time lately learning some fine old
Scottish tunes, * The Land o' the Leal,' * John Anderson my
Jo,' ' Auld Robin Gray ' "
" Eh !" cried John, ** that's my favourite tune ! There's just
twa Scots tunes I'm fond o*, *Auld Robin Gray,* and the
* Auld Hunden' "
" But the Old Hundred's not a Scottish tune."
" Is't no ! I thocht there was naebody but Scots folk could
mak' tunes."
"Ah na, John, ye're wrang there ! It's a German tune."
" A German Tune ! ! I thocht thae German bodies could
mak' naething but sausages."
" Perhaps you would like to hear me playing these tunes ?"
" Certainly," says John, " certainly ! Bring forth the fiddle !"
Forth came the fiddle — a huge bass fiddle — and the clergy-
man played some tunes with exquisite taste and feeling. The
two men, as they ought to have been, were charmed — for,
though elders of the kirk, they were still human beings.
" Eh ! we never heard sic grand music a' our lives. We ay
kent ye were the best preacher in a' the country side, but
noo we ken ye're the best fiddler," and as often as he played,
they praised. At last they shook hands and parted, and
homewards the deputation went, after thanking him for his
tea, and toddy, and tunes.
John was in high fettle, for he was pleased with himself.
"Tammas! I'm the boy for the clergy. Ye'll no catch me
sayin' onything ahint their back that I canna say afore their
face ; the sermons will be a quarter o' an hour shorter, an' ye'll
see that what I told him about the f "
" Are'na we twa born idiots — sent to argue against th,e fiddle,
The Minister's Fiddle.
95
and here we've sat an' fiddled an' fuddled the whole nicht
We'll be a lauchin'-stock to the whole congregation."
Homeward they went, sad and silent, till they came to
John's door, when he suddenly stopped (and slapped his leg
and said) —
"Eh, Tammas, I see daylight through'd noo! Oor minister's
perfectly justified in playin' on a fiddle like yon, Yon's nane
o' yer sinfu' screechin' penny waddin' fiddles that blind fiddlers
scart upon for bawbees — No! Yon's a respectable fiddle —
yen's a substantial fiddle — ^yon's a releegions fiddle ! !
SINGING ROUND THE WORLD.
PREFACE.
The following pages tell the story of the tours undertaken by
my father during 1 872- 1880. While not exhausting the record
of his professional travel, this Narrative may be regarded as
representative and complete in that it details what was literally
our singing round the world.
Sailing down the South Atlantic, round the Cape of Good
Hope, we sang three years throughout the length and breadth
of Australia and New Zealand. Then voyaging across the
Pacific, via the Sandwich Islands, we performed a considerable
tour in California. Journeying over the Transcontinental Rail-
way, and singing a week among the Mormons, we began a
Canadian campaign which lasted an autumn, winter, and spring.
Then, after a series of concerts in outlying Newfoundland, our
faces were at length homeward turned across the Atlantic. In
February of 1879, amid the excitement and anxiety attending
the disastrous opening of the Zulu War, my father sailed for
South Africa — the tour comprising Cape Colony, the Diamond
Fields, and Natal. After returning to Scotland for only a
brief ten days' rest, we set out for a six months' tour of India,
singing the Songs of Scotland at Parsee Bombay and Hindoo
Calcutta, amid the scenes of the great Mutiny, and as far north
as the Punjaub. The wanderings thus sketched form the sub-
ject of this book.
Some years previous to these excursions, however, my father
had paid his first visit to Canada and the United States, and
had also sailed from New York to California via the Isthmus
of Panama, an interesting if somewhat anxious undertaking in
1 2 Preface,
those days. It chanced that he was invited to assist at the
San Francisco celebration of the opening of the Transcon-
tinental Railway, and was among the first to travel over that
extensive line — a journey otherwise memorable to him from
the fact that en rotite he had an interview with Brigham
Young.
Simply as a tale of travel, this book may have a raison (T^tre
in describing arduous and adventurous routes, performed by
means of primitive conveyances, amid a condition of things
which has disappeared or is fast disappearing from the
Colonies. As a record of concert tours, it chiefly recounts
such incidents as were more peculiar to the countries through
which we journeyed. Our travelling party consisted of ray
father ; my sisters Helen, Marjory, and Lizzie ; my brothers
Robert and James, and myself I must not forget to mention
my mother, who shared with us in our pleasures and toils, and
who, though not publicly taking part in our professional life,
contributed so much to our comfort and happiness during our
years of travel in these far-off lands. The charm to us of these
wanderings consisted in the fact that, journeying as a family,
we could as it were carry with us " our ain fireside."
David Kennedy, Jun.
fuly, 1884.
CHAPTER r.
The Vojige— Port VhiWip—Afdinume—Joha Chinaman— A Chinese Theatre-
Cabmen— Melbourne Inslilutiona — Pentiidge Stockade — Australiati weather—
The People of Melbourne- Onr Concerts in Melbourne— ^a/Zaraz—Down a
Gold Mine— Ballarat Worthies— A Picnic— C7«/d«^- A Farmers' Meeting—
SandkursI — The Suburbs of " Bcndigo " — £i-i«i:a— Purchasing Coach and
Hones — A Storm in the Bush.
About the middle of March, 1872, we sailed from Glasgow to
Melbourne in the clipper ship " Ben Ledi." Its state-rooms
were commodious, and just numerous enough to accommodate
our party, so that we reigned supreme in the saloon. To while
away the time, we occasionally gave concerts to the sailors.
. The jolly tars more than once reciprocated by decorating the
forecastle with bunting and lamps, and inviting us to listen to
their nautical lays. We of course had with us our small
travelling piano, which was securely lashed-up in one of the
hinder compartments. Here we Juniors — under the paternal
direction — held daily and nightly practice of vocal scales, glees,
and part-songs. No matter whether the vessel was rolling off
Madeira, or stagnant for a week in the sweltering calm of the
tropics, or wildly careering in a ten days' gale far south of the
Cape, there was the same rigid rehearsal. On one occasion, in
the height of a storm, each of us holding a candle and swaying
our bodies to the varying angles of the vessel, there was a
sudden pitch, a roll, and a crash of waters breaking upon the
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deck. My father was violently lurched off his camp-stool, and
all of us huddled remorselessly into a comer amid black dark-
ness and stench of extinguished wicks. While thus achieving
a sufficient measure of ** light and shade," it was somewhat
difficult to import these qualities into our vocal numbers, so the
rehearsal was that night abandoned in deference to the tempest
Otherwise, our ship-board life was not more eventful than com-
monly befalls the Australian voyager. We caught the usual
albatross, and killed the customary shark. The passage, how-
ever, was exceptionally protracted, as it was not until dawn of
a Sunday in June — when we had been all but a hundred days
on board — that the " Ben Ledi " rounded Cape Otway, the
mountainous promontory of the Victorian coast, and shortly
afterwards entered Port Phillip Bay, at the head of which stood
Melbourne, its towers and spires showing dimly through the
dust that blew over tlie city. On the left lay the port of
Williamstown, our desired haven, which was reached late in the
afternoon.
A short railway ride brought us to the city, and an Albert
car conveyed us to Scott's hotel. After disposing of a sump-
tuous meal, we took a moonlight peep at Melbourne, inaug-
urating our walk by purchasing at a fruit shop a magnificent
pine-apple for sixpence. Bourke Street, the principal business
thoroughfare, was filled with a busy crowd promenading before
gaily-lighted shops and gas-flaring stands — the housewife with
her basket, intent on purchases ; the native Australian youth
or " corn-stalk " ; the Chinaman, with his stereotyped face ;
lounging fellows with big beards and tall slouched hats ;
Frenchman and German ; English, Scotch, and Irish — all
blending in one common throng.
Melbourne, at this time, had a population of 200,000 — a
fourth of the inhabitants of the colony of Victoria. The city
stands on the Yarra Yarra River — a little stream, sylvan near
Melbourne ; but further down, afflicted with the stench of
chemical works and tanneries. It is very tortuous, and takes
eight miles to go from Melbourne to the Bay, which, as the
crow flies, is scarcely a third of that distance. Viewed from
Melbotime. 15
an eminence, the river resembles a liquid cork-screw. The
principal streets of the city are one mile long, 100 feet wide,
and run at right angles. The drainage is open, a stream of
water running down each side of the street, with small wooden
bridges for foot-passengers. Every house and shop has its
verandah. The first thing that strikes the stranger as peculiar
is, that lofty warehouses stand side by side with one-storied
workshops ; grand stone-built stores hob-nob with low wooden
shanties ; and stately churches rise in close proximity to
timber-yards, tinsmiths' shops, and small public-houses.
Collins Street is the most regularly-built thoroughfare. At
its intersection by Russel Street, is the monument erected to
Burke and Wills, the famous explorers of the Australian
Continent. Close to it stands the large and costly Presbyterian
Church — its site one of the finest in Melbourne, and the lofty
spire, a noble feature in the sky-line. Further down Collins
Street is the stately Town Hall, with a lofty tower. Bourke
Street boasts the principal places of amusement. Here, too, is
"Paddy's Market," where tropic and temperate fruits and
excellent vegetables may be obtained. In this street the mis-
cellaneous business of the city is transacted, with a strange
mixture of nationalities. Moses, Levi and Abraham will be
happy to sell you all descriptions of cigars, pipes, and tobacco ;
Sprachen & Herr can supply unlimited varieties of fancy goods
and colonial - made jewellery ; Moosoo, Adolphus & Co.,
possess an excellent stock of furniture and "French polish";
and Ah Ching, Ah Wing, & Chum Foo have on hand a large
assortment of tea, opium and Chinese curiosities.
In Little Bourke Street, the Celestials, with excusable clan-
nishness, have gathered themselves together. At nearly every
door you see " John " lounging and smoking, or grinning feebly
at you as you pass. We see the gambling saloon with its
group of avaricious speculators, and its windowful of " lucky "
papers ; the tea warehouse ; the opium shop, with its vacant-
eyed customers ; and the lottery shop, presided over by a
priestly hoary-haired Chinaman. Some Chinamen gain a
livelihood as pedlars, their goods slung on a long bamboo, by
1 6 Singing Round the World.
which they can carry great weights on their shoulders. They
are frequently to be seen at back-doors, chatting with the
servant-girls, and trying to dispose of their wares at a good
profit.
One evening we went to the Chinese theatre, held in a booth
at the head of Little Bourke Street. The tent was surrounded
by a noisy crowd of eaves-dropping street-arabs and loafers.
Paying our shilling we entered, and saw an audience of eighty
or ninety Chinamen. Wc took our stand beside one of them,
asking him to explain the " plot ;" but he declined the task, as
he had left China when he was only ** one moon old." The
stage was like an inverted proscenium — the '* foot-lights *' being
placed above the heads of the actors, who raised their faces
towards the lamps when any strong emotion had to be ex-
hibited. Behind the performers, at the back of the stage, sat
the orchestra, numbering two, who played Celestial airs on a
monotonous gong and a wearisome one-stringed fiddle. The
entrance of any great character was the occasion of a furious
burst of sound, which subsided when he spoke, but was im-
mediately resumed upon the conclusion of a sentence. No
scenery graced the stage, the dramatis personm appearing from
behind two tapestried curtains. The drama was relieved by
an incident not in the programme. A shower of missiles,
thrown by the rabble outside, came flying through the roof of
the tent, and alighted on the heads of an emperor and chief
mandarin, who were instantly carried from the stage amid the
shrill jabbering of the audience, the play methodically proceed-
ing as before. Imagine the effect upon an English audience of
seeing their favourite Hamlet carried off at the wings danger-
ously wounded by bricks hurled in at the skylights !
Naturally, we came frequently in contact with the Melbourne
cabmen, many of whom were waifs from the diggings. In
appearance, the Jehu is a respectable fellow, and on entering
his cab or Albert car, you are soon put at your ease, as he talks
in a friendly manner that is quite assuring : —
" Ah ! you admire them houses, do you, sir ? — well, what
would you think of seeing them all trees, sir — all bush, nothing
TJu Melbourfte Cabmen, 17
but tents ? — that's what I saw when I came out here twenty
years ago this very month. I left the missus an' young folks
at home, an* sailed for the diggings in '52 — yes, sir, an' I made
some thousands of pounds up at Ballarat I wouldn't like to
tell you how much I made — indeed, I wouldn't. I took the
gold out in bucketfuls — didn't sift the gold from the dirt ; that
was too much trouble, sir — I took the dirt from the gold. Yes,
I built a hotel up there, and it was crammed from week's end
to week's end. My word ! the coin I put away then ! But I
was a fool in those days, sir. I was too free, too generous, too-
open-hearted — spent all my earnings among my chums. I took
to the drink, sir, bad ; an' the money went as fast as it came.
Then I lost the run of my luck, an' had to sell out an' come
down to Melbourne a cab-driving. You'll be wondering, sir, at
seeing me holding the reins, but a chap's got to be humble in
this world sometimes, you know. It's my own horse an' cab,
sir ; all my own property ; but it don't make up for the good
old times. Get off at this corner, sir ? — good-day, sir."
And away he goes in his Albert car, a vehicle memorable to-
us by reason of an accident that occurred one evening while
driving down Bourke Street. We had reached a very steep
portion of the road, which was slippery owing to recent rain,
when the horse fell, the shafts flying into fragments and the
front-seat passengers rolling out over the unfortunate minimal ;
while my sisters had to be taken down by a ladder from the
back of the vehicle.
A pleasing feature of Melbourne is its beautiful parks and
reserves. The Botanical and Fitzroy Gardens are the two
principal resorts, the former containing tropical and British
plants, growing side by side in the open air, and the latter laid
out in beautiful walks and ornamented with classical statues.
Again, material prosperity does not shut out a due recognition
of the Arts and Sciences. There is a fine University ; also a
Public Library of 80,000 volumes. One night we heard a
spirited debate in the Legislative Assembly, an ample, well-
seated, and excellently lighted chamber. The subject was
the re-arrangement of tariffs, and the discussion of course
1 8 Singing Round the World,
involved hard-hitting at Free Trade and Protection, to which
latter Victoria pins its faith.
Nominally there are no poorhouses or workhouses in Mel-
bourne. But there are kindred institutions — a Benevolent
Asylum and an Orphan Asylum. Important buildings also
are Melbourne and Alfred Hospitals. The Blind Asylum is
another noteworthy institution, where the inmates, in addition
to useful trades, are instructed in music, occasional concerts
being given in the Town Hall ; while of equal interest is the
Deaf and Dumb Institution, where the scholars are taught by
an elaborate system of signs grafted on their usual alphabet.
The faculty of the pupils for mimicry is very great, and the
superintendent cultivates it for their mutual amusement. His-
torical tableaux are arranged for the gratification of visitors,
the scholars being chosen according to their real or fancied
resemblance to Biblical or other characters. We were not
favoured upon our visit with any special exhibition, the superin-
tendent lamenting that he could not show us the spectacle of
''Abraham oflfcring up Isaac ;" for though Isaac was still in the in-
stitution, yet Abraham had gone to Tasmania to see his friends.
One day we visited the great penal establishment at Pent-
ridge, a few miles from Melbourne. This famous prison, or
^* Stockade," to which we were kindly invited by the Presby-
terian Chaplain, contained 600 convicts. Inside we found the
prisoners alphabetically arranged (A, B, and C), into various
stages of wickedness. It was stated that our view of the
Stockade would be limited, as the establishment was in great
anxiety owing to the attempt of one of the prisoners the
previous afternoon to murder Mr. Duncan, the Inspector-
General, who was severely wounded. Passing along the first
corridor, we heard scuffling and yells, and through an open
cell-door saw the murderous prisoner struggling in the arms of
two warders. Hurriedly moving on, we were presently locked
up for a short time in the dreaded '* Dark Cell," where how-
ever we performed a part-song ! This dungeon is virtually
sound-tight relatively to the rest of the building, any shout or
yell being carried up through the roof by a long iron pipe.
" How do you like Melbourne ? " 19
Here we were told numerous stories of attempted escapes. A
short time before, three men had for three days secreted them-
selves under the zinc covering of the roof, and were discovered
almost dead from the extreme heat, the roof being fully exposed
to the summer sun. Before leaving, wc looked in at two halls
where choirs were practising. In one place a group of sturdy
Wesleyan felons were vigorously engaged over a hymn ; and
in another, up in a gallery, Episcopalian convicts harmoniously
rendering " Hark ! the herald angels sing," while a man in a
canvas coat, with F.A.D. on the back of it, accompanied on a
harmonium.
As the cold weather had just set in, wc had twelve weeks*
experience of an Australian winter, which was a failure as
regards inclemency, the sunny days far out-numbering the rainy.
Now and thew there appeared light "mackerel" clouds, "downy
feathers," and " horse tails," as they are called, that seemed to
be switching the heavens to a most delicate blue. There was
an exhilarating sparkle in the air — one seemed to be breathing
brilliance — inhaling aerial champagne.
The people of Melbourne are bustling and energetic. There
is still perceptible a flavour of the prodigal generosity of the
early " digging days." The folks are very warm-hearted, off-
hand, and not troubled with burdensome conventionalities. The
fashions, however, hold as important a place in Melbourne as
in any capital of Europe, which is incontestably shown upon a
fine afternoon when the aristocracy promenade the northern
side of Collins Street, "doing the block," as it is colonially
called. The inhabitants arc very jealous of the good name of
their town, and on all occasions urge the new-comer to express
his opinion of it The vital question, " How do you like Mel-
bourne ? " was poured into our ears day and night We had it
at our meals, encountered it in our walks, and had volleys of it
at evening parties. We were asked the fatal opinion in crowded
railway carriages ; questioned by acquaintances who cropped
up in omnibuses ; saluted with the query by " companions of
the bath ; " and addressed in all the varied circumstances in
which it is possible to meet your fellow-man. Luckily a favour-
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able answer could be given to their enquiries, for we admired
their fine city almost as much as did the residents themselves.
Our entertainment of Scottish Song ran for fifty-two nights
on our first visit to Melbourne. The building chosen was the
new Temperance Hall, capable of holding over one thousand
persons. It was situated in Russel Street, and as its lofty and
spacious gable commanded a neighbouring and important
thoroughfare, it entered into the head of our manager to cover
the wall with a huge canvas announcement I forget of how
many square yards it consisted, but an ** ornamental painter '*
was occupied several days in executing the mammoth-lettered
advertisement in an extensive studio. At length the immense
sign was safely secured to the gable, and was voted a success
by some of the more gossipy prints of the city. Once, during
a high gale, a large portion of the canvas " fetched away," in
nautical phrase, and flapped so portentously, that one or two
men had to be sent up with instructions either to replace it in
position, or to take in two or three reefs.
By frequent change of programme we secured large numbers
of regular attenders, who latterly looked on certain seats as
their right — some facetiously terming them their " pew " — the
illusion being increased by many of the audience holding sittings
in the hall, which was temporarily used on Sundays by one of
the Scotch Kirks. We were told that amongst our most ardent
adherents was a Glasgow tailor, who systematically put aside
ten shillings a week, saying, " That's for the Kennedy's." We
had also the compliment of a noticeable clerical element in our
audience. A story was current of two Scotch ministers meeting
in Collins Street one evening, and holding only a brief chat.
" Excuse me," said the one, " but I have a very pressing engage-
ment." " And I too," replied the other clergyman ; " I have a
most important meeting to attend to-night." They hurriedly
parted, went different ways, and five minutes afterwards con-
fronted each other at the pay-box of " Kennedy's Sangs !"
Ballarat, the second city of Victoria, is lOO miles by rail from
Melbourne. It has a population of some 47,000, and is pos-
sessed of fine streets. Sturt Street is surprisingly wide, with
Down a Gold Mine, 21
reserves of trees running down the centre of the thoroughfare.
Though most of the city is well built, much of it is narrow,
tortuous, and uneven. The irregular streets are those formed
along the line of a gold " lead " or claim in the palmy old days,
— the historic ground of memorable nuggets. The south side
of the town we found to be a wilderness of gold "claims." All
around were innumerable heap's of sand surmounted by wind-
lasses, with here and there a head and pick momentarily visible,
— the scene a wholesale mutilation of nature. There were
Chinamen, too, working the refuse or " tailings," and some in
their eagerness sweeping the very dust of the road, — an act
forbidden in the streets under a heavy penalty. If ever a city
was " paved with gold," it is Ballarat
One day my brothers and I went down that famous alluvial
mine the "Band of Hope." We put on a complete miner's
dress — a greasy canvas cap, a coarse flannel shirt, a dirt-
bespattered blouse, thick worsted stockings, and voluminous,
lengthy pants, the surplus of which we stuffed into a pair of
knee-high Wellington boots. Equipped with candles, we went
down in the iron cage. I was strangely tempted to look
upwards, but our companion, a stalwart miner, cried : " For
goodness' sake, sir, don't look up ; why, only the other day a
man had his brains scooped out agin' the shaft doin' the same
thing ; an* another fellow had an eye knocked out by a bit of
stuff falling in his face : besides a chum o' mine that had a leg
completely jammed to a jelly atween the woodwork and the
cage ; so keep your head well inside o' my arm, sir !" We
came to the 500 feet level, where we stepped off, the cage going
downwards a hundred and odd feet more. A grey horse stood
near, looking sleek and comfortable enough, waiting to draw
empty trucks back to the various " drives." We each jumped
into one of the empty trucks, and after what appeared an
interminable ride, arrived at a distant part of the workings.
We came to a "jump up," communicating with a higher level
of the workings ; but we found the rope of the cage had broken,
to the disablement of an Irishman, who hopped up to us rub-
bing a limb, and trying to look invalided, though it chanced he
22 Singing Round the World,
was more frightened than hurt As the ordinary means of
communication had failed, we climbed up an iron ladder eighty
feet high, placed in a shaft 2 feet wide, just large enough to
admit the body. The ascent was no mean trial of the nerves,
as the iron rounds of the ladder were wet and slippery. I
climbed with my left hand, holding the candle in my right, an
•
unlucky stream of water latterly extinguishing the light We
emerged at last into a large open space, where the principal
mining operations were being carried on. The place seemed
like a forest, the feeble candlelight showing us immense up-
right timbers supporting the lofty roof, the beams growing
fainter and fainter in perspective till lost in the darkness. Here
and there a light twinkled.
We saw a number of men busy upon a " facing " — a wall of
earth or a ledge of rock in process of detachment or excava-
tion. Upon our expressing a strong desire to see gold in its
natural state, one of the miners exclaimed that he had found a
speck, but it turned out to be smaller than a pin-head, and we
had to flatten our nose in the dirt, with an eye in the candle,
before we saw it As a rule, the men scarcely ever see the
" colour of gold." The earth has to be " washed" in large quan-
tities to make it pay, and it takes about a ton of dirt to yield
five or six pennyweights of gold. I may add that this mine
is the most important in or near Ballarat In the year 1867
it yielded ;^6o,ooo in fort>'-four days — a memorable seven
weeks' work.
One day we saw a poor-looking old man posting our pla-
cards in the street His face was spotted with paste, and his
clothes threadbare. He was once rich, and had a fine hotel ;
made money during the gold rushes, and was elected mayor of
a town not far from Ballarat ; failed either in business or gold-
mining, and gradually sank to his present humble position.
We found him to be a philosopher, " not above his work," as
he said, while his conversation was sprinkled with moral pre-
cepts and maxims that had a certain charm when coming from
a bill-sticker. In the same street we saw a homely-looking
man, dressed in plain clothes, with a red-spotted handkerchief
Ballarat Worthies, 23
hanging out of his pocket He had the look of a decent
farmer, was slightly bent, and leant upon a thick stick. This
was the richest man in Ballarat, and called "Jock" from his
nationality. Originally an Edinburgh butcher, he came out to
Victoria comparatively poor, and seems to have acquired
wealth by always luckily possessing land that some person else
urgently wanted. His life seems to have been a continual
** buying-out" Once he had a farm, which a number of
speculators desired for mining purposes. They offered him
jCSOOO — ^;6^io,ooo — £20yO0O — till finally the master of the situa-
tion closed with the magnificent sum of ;^30,ooo. But the
speculators had not yet got rid of him. He required the
money to be counted out in his own presence and in his own
house, and that not merely in notes, which he religiously
avoided, but in sterling gold.
A pic-nic at Kirk's Dam was arranged for our special delight
by a worthy Scotsman, town-councillor, and veritable stranger's
friend. Kirk's Dam is a delicious nook, a forest-encircled sheet
of water, artificially constructed for the supply of the city. On
its grassy banks was spread an elegant lunch This was
startlingly diversified by the capture of a poisonous black snake,
three feet long, which one of the company triumphantly brought
along on the end of a stick. The reptile was hung over a fence
for the general inspection, many of the old colonists in our party
never having seen a snake. Returning home, we passed Lake
Wendouree, a small sheet of water graced with row-boats and
pleasure yachts. Close to its shores are the Botanical Gardens,
with verdant lawns and extensive gravel walks, one of the latter
a mile in length
Our footsteps were next turned to Geelong, once the second
city of the colony, but Ballarat, with its gold discoveries, having
shot ahead, has kept the lead. The town is busy during the
summer, when pleasure-seekers troop in from all parts of the
colony. The salt-water baths are a great attraction, the bathing-
ground being staked in to keep out the sharks that infest the
Bay. They are a very hospitable people in Geelong, fond of
bazaars, tea-meetings, and evening parties. We felt rather
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taxed upon one occasion when we had to dance in a hot
crowded room, with the thermometer at 8cy». I think that was
the figure; but I am painfully certain it stood at 120° about
midday. The party, who seemed composed of salamanders,
danced indefatigably until the cooler hours of early morn.
Next day brought an experience of the abominable "hot
wind." For many years this wind was a mystery. In the early
days it was conjectured that it came from interior wastes, where
the baked surface reflected back the fierce rays of the sun ; and
though recent explorers have found no absolute desert in the
heart of the continent, yet the old speculation may be so far
correct, that the large extent of uncultivated country does not
absorb the heat as it might do if properly tilled and irrigated.
We have not one good word for the hot wind. On this occasion
the dust rose in immense cones and pyramids, drifted against
the doors and windows, and enveloped struggling pedestrians.
The gale blew the whole day and far into the night — the heat
and the whistling and groaning of the wind almost banishing
sleep. In the morning a southern breeze brought a heavy
downfall of rain, the hissing sound of which was sweetest music.
The sky brightened, the healthy, cool winds blew in from the
^ea Ah !
The country round Geelong is agricultural. One day we
drove to a Scottish farmer's house some fifteen miles out. The
day was overpoweringly hot, and the road hilly, but we arrived
in time to enjoy the hospitality of our host Among many
good things provided ^was a complimentary basin of " kail
broth.'* Upon our return journey we stopped at the village of
Ceres, and found ourselves in the midst of a jolly gathering of
Scottish farmers. Old memories came crowding round them,
and many volunteered songs. One said he would give a fabu-
lous sum to hear such and such a song ; another said he would
sing a ballad he had not sung for the last fifteen years — a pro-
posal received with acclamation. A loud chorus accompanied
this song, and choruses became the order of the evening. One
farmer produced a large volume of Scottish music, and searched
for his favourite song. Another started up and proposed they
TJie Suburbs of Bendigo. 25
should sing the whole book through — a motion received with
hearty cheers, but forgotten next minute in the vehement chorus
of " Auld Lang Syne," ingeniously started by some individual
who wished to draw the meeting to a close.
From Geelong we went to Sandhurst or " Bendigo," 100 miles
north of Melbourne. It is an arid city, large and scattered — a
place diluted with distance. On a hill in the outskirts stands a
row of chimneys, marking the reef-line of the most celebrated
mine in the district — the Great Extended Hustlers. Fine streets
stretch in various directions, with, in many cases, handsome
buildings, their elegant outlines standing out strangely against
a background of smoke, chemical vapours, and steam. The
principal street — Pall Mall — is fronted by a cool, shady, grassy,
reserve Puff! snort! creak! puff! What is this? — steam is
rising behind that clump of trees. Looking closer, we see in all
their hideousness a poppet-head, a steam-engine, and the open
mouth of a mine. Along the pavements you see wooden pegs
stuck in the ground marking the boundary lines of claims, and
bearing the name of the mine in bold characters. This Pall
Mall, however, had quite a metropolitan appearance on Satur-
day night, when the shops were brilliantly lighted and the
street thronged with people listening to the brass band in the
balcony of a large hotel. The bank windows that same evening
were also great attractions, as the gold cakes of the different
companies were being exhibited — the meltings for the past
week, fortnight, or month. The large masses of gold were
guarded by wire screens — one window containing ;£"! 8,000
worth of the precious metal, and another ;£^20,ooo worth.
Walking out to one of the suburbs on a very hot day we
rested ourselves beside two Chinamen, who were engaged with
a " cradle " in sifting cast-off " tailings." We inquired about
their luck, and the younger turned out his sieve with great glee,
showing us "one speck," with an air of acquired fortune. The
elder Chinamen then asked us in broken English where we
came from ; and being told " Scotland," he brightened up, and
said patron isingly, he had heard of the place. Before leaving,
my father sang "Allister McAllister" to their great delight,
B
26 Singing Round tlie World.
though one may question the fitness of singing the least intelli-
gible of Scottish songs to the most foreign of foreigners.
Further on we entered a Chinese shop and bought a Chinese
book. It was illustrated profusely with woodcuts. After some
haggling we gave eighteenpence for it " Nice book, John ? ^
" Welly good book ! " — at which the surrounding pig-tails were
convulsed with laughter. We seized a passing Chinaman —
" Read this ! *' " Ah ! welly good book — one year book — days^
moons — last year book — him no good now !" The rascally
Chinese had sold us an old almanac !
In Sandhurst we became acquainted with two of its principal
characters, whom we shall call Messrs. Smith and Jones. Their
career had been a mixture of luck, pluck, and perseverance.
They came from Ireland with their better-halves about twenty
years ago. They were close friends, and agreed to go shares in
every undertaking. On landing in Sandhurst their purse was
limited, and they spent their all in purchasing a waggon and
two horses, with which they carried goods to the goldfields.
This vehicle was converted at night into a two-storey house,
Mr. and Mrs. Smith occupying the interior of the waggon, while
Mr. and Mrs. Jones slept underneath. As the goods-carrying
business prospered, Smith and Jones came to be proprietors of
a small cottage, in which they were one day digging a cellar^
when lo! a bright stream of water bubbled up to the joy of the
two Irishmen ; for water was a scarcity, and brought from a
long distance at great expense. The two friends carefully
tapped the stream, and sold water to the miners at one shilling
a bucketful — another source of increasing revenue. By various
steps they rose to be the proprietors of two fine hotels.
We have a vivid recollection of a large public school in the
vicinity of the town, kept by an Aberdonian, who exercises
rigid authority over some hundreds of scholars. After school
had been dismissed in stern, regimental fashion, the dancing
class commenced. Half-a-dozen boys and girls entered the
•class-room, marshalled by an elderly dame, another Aberdonian^
who unfolded to the rising generation the mysteries of High-
land reels, flings, and strathspeys. It would have done a Celtic
Echuca. 27
heart good to have seen the lady tripping round the room
followed by her juvenile charge, who executed the same
manoeuvres like so many shadows, hooking their elbows and
snapping their thumbs in true Highland manner.
From Sandhurst we went north to Echuca, 166 miles from
Melbourne, and situated on the river Murray, the boundary
between Victoria and New South Wales. The main street is
full of red brick stores and wooden houses, each end of the
street terminating in rough wild bush — which bush lurks in
bkck-yards and gardens, and creeps in at all corners — Echuca
seeming to have settled down bodily in the forest, and scraped
itself a resting-place. It was founded in 1853, when there was
no railway, and when people did not care to settle in such a
remote district ; but during the great spluttering rush to the
Bendigo gold-fields, some splashes of population found their
way as far north as Echuca.
Along the banks of the Murray were traces of the great flood
of 1870, which rendered Echuca amphibious for many days.
The hotel we lived at had been severely damaged by this flood.
The ceiling in the sitting-room showed two yawning gaps, and
the plaster was coming down in flakes the whole time we were
there; but assurance was given that no dangerously large
pieces had fallen for some time. We happened to look in one
morning at the Town Hall, where a half-caste was charged
with committing an assault upon the son of a squatter. There
were present two justices on the bench, a clerk, the prosecutor,
and witnesses, flanked by a sergeant of police, a local con-
stable, a trooper booted and spurred, and a miscellaneous
crowd of townsfolk. The black man was ordered to be re-
moved to the lock-up for twelve hours. The Town Hall is
divided by folding doors into a court of justice and a concert-
room, and in the latter we gave our entertainment that same
evening. Amongst the audience we saw our friends of the
morning — the two justices, the clerk of the court, the com-
plainant, the witnesses, the policeman, and the trooper — all but
the prisoner, who, we were told, was unable to attend, as his
28 Singing Round the World.
sentence would not expire till an hour after the concert had
concluded !
At Castlemaine, a thriving town, we took our leave of the
railway, as we had mapped out some thousands of miles of
bush-travelling. We went one morning to a hotel-yard to see
an American waggon, with a square-built body, and glazed
leather roof. The vehicle was hung upon " thorough-braces,"
two or three layers of leather belts bound together with clamps
— iron springs being useless for Australian travelling, save in
the case of light carts and buggies. The proprietor of this
coach was in the " show " line, and had travelled most of the
colony with this same waggon. " Here's the machine, gentle-
men." We examined it carefully, fingered the bolts and nuts,
jerked the wheels, measured our limbs on the box seat, un-
rolled the side curtains, moved the moveable seats, and
scrutinized the condition of naves, tires, and axles. Every*
thing was satisfactory, but we got a practical wheelwright to
examine the vehicle — verdict, good for its age. " Here's the
horses, gentlemen " — three stout, middle-aged horses, on which
we got a veterinary surgeon to give his opinion — verdict, horses
as excellent as they were old. " And here's the driver, gentle-
men " — a short, red-haired Irishman, on whom we pronounced
our own favourable verdict We bought the whole " turn-out,"
and engaged the driver. Next morning the equipage drove up
to the hotel door, the leading grey horse prancing in a way to
make one proud. We packed the coach, building up the back
part with luggage. Imagine the rack carefully strapped and
roped up ; imagine four of us inside, and two on the box ;
imagine — no, you cannot imagine — how we tore down the
principal street and out into the country, bowling along a
capital road, with the horses fresh, the day auspicious, a fine
breeze blowing, and the landscape interesting. We had scarcely
begun to feci the full sense of proprietorship when we rattled,
with a succession of loud whip-cracks, into the paved courtyard
of the hotel at Kyneton.
This was a quiet agricultural township. We drove out by
invitation to a farmhouse five miles distant — a comfortable
A Stortn in t/ie Bush. 29
dwelling of four rooms, stone-built and plain. There was a hole
by the fire-place, with a large brick lying alongside, and we
said laughingly to the goodwife, " You're fully prepared for the
rats and mice, we see." "Mice!" she exclaimed, "weVe no
mice here ; it's a snake. We keep the brick off through the
day, because we can see to kill the creature ; but we put the
brick on at dusk, in case it gets out — I don't like the idea of the
beast crawling through the house in the night-time !" The
farm was situated on the banks of the Campaspe, amid softly
swelling hills. A fine orchard overlooked the river, and being
December, the trees were loaded with plums, apples, pears, and
cherries of great size. The river Campaspe, which, strange to
say, flows inland a hundred miles northwards to the Murray,
was dry when we saw it, with a deep water-hole appearing here
and there in the bed of the river, — a wonderful provision of
Australian nature, by which man and beast can -quench their
thirst in the dead heat of summer. Wc accepted the fact as
one of the numerous wonders poked at you by the Australians :
— " Our seasons and months do not agree with yours ; our
cherries, as you see, grow stone outermost ; our north wind is
warm ; and our gum-trees shed their bark instead of their
leaves."
Soon after we encountered a bush-storm, while crossing the
ranges near Mount Macedon. The wind tore over the hills,
sweeping the rain before it in masses of spray. On every side
flew branches of trees. Close by us, a giant of the forest rent
asunder near its base, and slowly tottering, fell with an alarm-
ing crash amid clouds of earth. The sky was inky black, rent
by lightning. The road was strewn with fallen trees, enormous
limbs, branches, uptorn roots, and white flakes of timber. In
several instances the fences had been destroyed on both sides
of the track by the fall of more than usually lofty trees.
Happily we escaped unscathed from the perils of the ranges.
Singing Round the World.
CHAPTER II.
The "Stony Rises"— A Squatting Station— A Drove of Kangaroos— The Bush
and Bush Roads — The Middle Diggings — Coaching lo Sidney.
In January, 1873, we commenced a tour in the western or
pastoral district of Victoria. Before leaving the metropolis my
father and mother invested in a horse and buggy, as they found
the coach too fatiguing. The first stage of the journey con-
sisted of a steamboat sail from Melbourne to Geelong, whence
we started on our coach journey. We stayed a night at Win-
chelsea, and spent two days at Colac Leaving Colac, we
entered upon flat country — the coach running quietly along a
sofl earthy road. I sat half asleep upon the box, while Patrick,
our driver, trolled out some Irish love-song, stamping the time
cheerily with his right foot I had become tired of counting
the telegraph posts, and staring ahead for white milestones.
Every now and then the hot sunshine would glow on my face,
making me unspeakably drowsy. Heigho ! A violent nudge
on the elbow from Patrick. " Hillo now, wake up, wake up;
don't you know we're just driving through the Stony Rises !"
We suddenly come, with all the pleasantness of a transition in
music, upon a lovely collection of hills, volcanic in origin,
shaded by trees, and strewn with innumerable boulders, between
which grew clusters of fern or bracken. For several miles
the road wound amid miniature glens and charming dells, with
the same delightful blending of bracken and boulder. Presently
Lake Korangamite gleamed upon our right — the largest ex-
panse of salt water in Victoria, being eighty miles in circum-
ference and twenty miles long. It is supposed to be formed
upon the site of an extinct volcano, and the peculiar saltness to
be due to the drainage of the basaltic rock. Most of the
country in Western Victoria is volcanic, and possesses rich soil.
Approaching Camperdown, we saw a hill of a conical shape.
A Squatting Station. 31
called the " Sugar-Loaf." Whenever you see a cone-shaped
peak in Australia, be sure and call it the " Sugar-Loaf/* In
nine cases out of ten you will be right Camperdown, a
number of detached one-storey houses, lining a thoroughfare
two hundred feet wide, is merely a continuation into the town
of the main road. This extreme width of street dwarfs the
buildings, but gives one an enjoyable feeling of space, freedom,
and fresh air. The road has a broad margin of grass upon
either side, called the " Poor Man's Paddock." This is used by
stockdrivers for pasturing their cattle upon a long journey, and
by passing travellers for their horses.
Here we first saw an aboriginal black. He appeared at the
hotel-door in a white hat, a light linen coat, and tattered grey
trousers. He had a flat nose, thick lips, dark black eyes, and
straight hair. He made us a long speech, rather incoherent,
owing to whisky and broken English. Then he whiningly
begged for a "lickspince" (sixpence), and went off, making
exaggerated salutes. Most of the western towns have a black ;
and this one, for distinction's sake, was called " Camperdown
George." Government supplies with clothes, meat, and tobacco,
any native who will reside in a particular township, but vagrant
life is too strong a temptation for them. A gentleman in
Camperdown informed us that he had officially given away
about £$00 worth of clothing to the natives, but that most of it
had been found scattered over various parts of the country.
No one is allowed to sell drink to the aborigine, but the latter
turns his clothes into money, and gets the first available white
man to purchase the whisky.
Here, in Western Victoria, reigns the squatter. He is no
rough customer, but a pushing gentleman, full of care and fore-
thought He lives in a handsome villa on his propert}'', enjoy-
ing his fine table, his wine, his library, and his garden. He is
the landed aristocrat of Australia Through the kindness of a
squatter living near Camperdown, we had a glimpse of life at a
sheep-station. His house lay some eight miles away, on the
brow of a hill. We approached it through extensive sheep-runs
and paddocks, arriving at the house through a closely-shaded
32 Singing Round tfu Worid.
avenue of trees, and along a well-planned terrace garden. We
had always regarded a squatter's house as a kind of rural habit-
ation, a farm house on an extensive scale ; but here we saw an
elegant verandahed building surrounded by sloping gardens,
and uniting all the homeliness of rural life with the luxuries of
modern society. Previous to. dinner we ascended the hill. Our
host gave us the tojiography of the district — how his station
extended to that fence, that dark line away in the distance —
how it took in most of what we saw on the left hand — oh, no,
that lake did not belong to him — that was Mr. Smith's lake —
that hill there, however, was his ; but the mountain further
away was purchased recently by Mr. Jones, and now called
Jones's Hill. After dinner we were mounted on stock-horses,
in order to visit the sheep-washing sheds some miles off. Here
the sheep have their wool made white, free from grease, and fit
for market. , The sheep arc first driven into a large tank full of
soap and warm water, then rinsed in a cold water tank, with
the addition of a sho(ver bath. After this Turkish batli the
sheep arc taken to the wool-shed, where they remain overnight
to drj', the shearers setting to work upon them early in the
morning. The men are paid 155. per lOO sheep, and a skilled
hand can shear sixty in ten hours.
This was peculiarly a sheep-station. At Terang, a village
fourteen miles further west, we visited a cattle-station of 1 1,000
acres, with 3000 horses and cattle. The house was of stone,
with a large fruit garden and two or three croquet lawns.
Water pipes, supplying the cattle troughs, had recently been
laid out at an expense of jC^CCO. Lake Keilambete adjoins
the station, the opposite side being occupied by "free selectors,"
We spent a Sunday in Terang, attending the Presbyterian
Church in the afternoon. The congregation assembled in true
country fa.shion from miles round. Men and women rode up
to the door, and hitched their horses to the church-paling;
others drove up in buggies and carts. There was one service
every Sunday, supported chiefly by the landowners round
about. The minister had a verj- comfortable position, with a
A Drove of Kangaroos, 33
very short service — " In fact," he said to us with a quiet look
" I daren't keep the*squatters more than an hour."
The road to Mortlake, our next stage, lay through extensive
cattle-runs, the coach winding about as if engaged in a gum-
tree quadrille. We were in high spirits, and the driver had
just begun to whistle the symphony to his love-ballad,
when
See, see I haul up the horses ! by all that's wonderful, a kan-
garoo! a real, live kangaroo, right in the middle of the track, its
eyes staring directly towards us, its languid forepaws preparing
for a leap. There it is off! Hooray! it has cleared the high fence,
tail and all, with feet to spare, bounding through the forest,
scattering the dry leaves and twigs, and rousing three others,
who keep company with it in flight. Hooray ! another and
another, and yet another, crop out behind the trees, till there is
a full score of them bobbing irregularly in the distance.
Hooray I hooray ! our shouts have roused scores more, and the
vista IS filled with them in full retreat. Oh, how pretty- ! a
drove of youthful kangaroos burst into an open glade, and
follow their elders with juvenile leaps. Our sisters wave their
handkerchiefs. In a few moments the kangaroos seem but
grey phantoms flitting in the distance. The last tail has dis-
appeared. Hooray I we give three cheers for the kangaroos —
crack ! goes the whip, and weVe off on the track once more !
You cannot say you have seen the kangaroo till you have
seen it leap. Those immense bounds sometimes reach a dis-
tance of 30 feet Kangaroos are unmitigated pests to the
squatter, as they impoverish the cattle-runs by eating up the
valuable grass. They are hunted unmercifully. Kangaroo-
dogs are to be seen about the townships — wiry, muscular
animals, seamed and scarred with wounds. They are very
plucky, and boldly attack the kangaroo, which is very desperate
when brought to bay, gripping the dogs in a mortal embrace,
and tearing them up with its strong hind claws. " Don't you
get into their clutches," a man once said to us ; " it's like being
hugged by a bear with a circular saw in its stomach !"
Another day's journey brought us to Warrnambool, a seaport
34 Singing Round the World.
town 170 miles south-west from Melbourne. Then vid Belfast,
another seaport town, we drove towards Portland, 45 miles
further west, and reached by a really bad road, which at one
point ran along the sea-beach. We had the greatest difficulty
in getting along at all, as a storm had blown and washed up the
sand into uncouth, irregular hillocks — the wheels of the vehicles
sinking over the axles. After charging a mile or two of sand-
heaps, one of the horses fell in a fit of the " staggers," and was
only revived with difficulty. Our journey of 45 miles 'took from
seven in the morning till seven at night, when we arrived weary
and hungry. But at eight o'clock my father was on the plat-
form as usual, introducing a large audience to " Twa Hours at
Hame." From Portland we struck inland once more through
the bush.
The Bush — what is the Bush ? You will find nothing like it
in our British woods, in the backwoods of Canada, or the forests
of New Zealand. The Australian bush is unique. It consists
of undulating, grassy, thinly-timbered country. The trees stand
wide apart, and there is no undergrowth, so that a coach-and-
four can drive through any part of it The leaves on the gum-
trees are long and thin, and turn their edges to the sun. There
is therefore very little shade in the bush ; the sun penetrates
freely, and the grass, which is always light, grows thin and
brown in the summer-time. Everything appears to be burnt
up. The earth is hard and dry, and has not the springy velveti-
ness of a British park. The trunks of the trees are dry ; there
is no humid moss about the roots.
The bush road winds its lonely way, every succeeding horse
and vehicle giving it more defined form. In wet weather the
bullock-drays form deep holes and ruts, and lighter Vehicles
spread out in different directions to avoid the old road. It is a
common sight to see seven or eight different tracks in all stages
of development, from the almost completed road to the barely
perceptible wheel-marks on the grass. Sometimes the traveller
comes to an open space, with tracks winding tantalizingly to
right and left, and if a " new chum," he is sadly at a loss. They
stretch out before him like the fingers on his outspread hand.
Tlie Bush and, Bush-Roads, 35
This one does not lead in the right direction ; that one is not
enough trodden to be trustworthy. He would take the middle-
finger track, if a little further on it did not suddenly turn in a
suspicious fore-finger direction. The thumb starts well, but
after all it is hardly so taking as the little-finger track. Yes, it
will do ; and yet the fourth finger is the very way he wants to
ga Tut, tut ! it gets fainter and fainter. Oh, if there were
only a hut to inquire at ! The stranger is sorely puzzled, but
in the end trusts to luck, latterly finding that the tracks all
harmoniously blend at no distant spot, like the converging lines
of a railway junction.
A bush road is generally lonely, and you never meet any one
except an occasional swagman, stock-rider, bullock-driver, or
commercial traveller. The swagman or tramp is a kind of
demoralized " gaberlunzie," who trudges from squatter to
squatter, from township to township, begging food or assistance
on his journey ; which journey is endless, and continues from
year's end to year's end. The professional swagman walks to
live. One species of tramp is the " sundowner," so called from
his habit of appearing at a squatting-station about sunset, and
asking food and shelter for the night The genergus " open-
door" hospitaiitj'' of the early days, which has latterly been
abused, is fast disappearing from amongst the squatters, and
instead of his usual cold mutton, the swagman now gets the
cold shoulder.
While driving along you will sometimes observe in the dis-
tance a cloud of white dust, and hear the creak of wheels, with
loud shouts and whip-lashes, which announce the approach of
the bullock-driver and his team. He is a seedy, dust-covered
man in a slouched hat He carries a long whip, its trailing
lash eight feet long, with which he can flip the farthest bullock.
" Hoick ! hoick 1 get up. Diamond ! Now, then, daisy ! come
hither, Strawberry ! Hoick ! hold off. Brandy ! Hoick ! you
short-homed Whisky, come up ! Nobbier, what do you mean,
eh ? hoick I hoick ! " He gives each a cut in turn, with the
addition of high-flavoured epithets, the bullock-driver being
chargeable with a large amount of vocal sin.
36 Singing Round the World.
At the small village of Branxholme we gave a concert in a
little wooden schoolroom that stood solitary some 300 yards
away in the bush. The room was so limited that tickets had
to be sold in the open air. It was not till eight o'clock, when
the shades of evening had set in, that the people began to
assemble. At different points persons seemed to be starting
up from the earth, so noiseless was their approach. On all
sides we could hear the soft thud of horses* hoofs on the grass,
and the jolting rumble of carts. The school-house formed a
strange concert-room. The audience were seated on school-
desks and forms, while we had to sing on a platform composed
of a brandy-box covered with a tablecloth. The lighting con-
sisted of our two coach-lamps, one each end of the " stage,"
supplemented by one or two candles stuck in bottles, which we
asked the front-seat people kindly to hold in their hands. The
room was soon filled to overcrowding ; but upon the doorkeeper
jocosely announcing to those outside that they could go " Up
the chimney for a shilling ! " some half-dozen people rushed in
and took up position in a capacious fire-place, while the rest
swarmed noisily outside, and looked in at the broken windows.
The concert concluded, the audience slowly dispersed amongst
the trees, with cart-rumbles, hoof-falls, and phantom Sittings
as before.
The town of Hamilton came next, and from there we went
to Ararat Here we struck the Middle Diggings — a region of
hot, bricky, inflammable-looking townships, composed of one
long stretch of shops and chief buildings, with other houses
straggling out here and there, as if they had lost heart at not
finding room in the chief street, and had become quite reckless
and careless of appearances. Some of these wooden houses
are more comfortable as to their interior arrangements than
one would imagine. They have respectable furniture, and of
course a piano. We say of course, because, as in most mining
towns, nearly every person has a piano. During the gold rushes,
when a digger became possessed of a " pile," he would perhaps
commence by having a good lengthy drink, but he would
assuredly at one time or other purchase a Collard or a Broad-
Coaching to Sydmy. 37
wood. As often as not the instruments were second-hand,
tuneless, and thrummy ; but what cared Alluvial Jack or
Auriferous Bill ? The piano had a shape to it, had a good
shiny case, and was altogether about the right sort of lengfth
for him ; so out came the roll of notes, and the piano went
home.
Near Stawell or Pleasant Creek, one of these mining towns^
is a small Scottish community, which some years ago was very
•exclusive. An Irishman, it is said, came one day to settle in
the place, and next morning a deputation of indignant Scots
waited on him, demanding he should cither put Mac to his
name or leave the district He chose the former alternative,
and was ever afterwards known as MacFlahcrty! Lands-
borough was our next stage — a musty, canvas-flapping place ;
you could almost fancy you saw its ribs. In former days it was
three times the size, owing to a great flock of tents that fluttered
down during a famous rush. These have all fled, leaving the old
nucleus of bark huts and stores. After finishing the Middle
Diggings we went by Daylesford and Bacchus Marsh back to
Melbourne, where we arrived near the close of a hot afternoon,-
ending our eight weeks' circular tour of 600 miles.
Our projected overland journey from Melbourne to Sydney
struck our friends as a remarkable proceeding. Some of them
conjured up bushrangers — others spoke of rough roads ; but
latterly they changed their friendly remonstrances into sug-
gestions, one enthusiast writing us out a voluminous list of
articles required for travelling. This wonderful document urged
coils of rope, advised hatchets, counselled tin cans and soup-
basins, proposed nails, hammers, and screw-wrenches, and above
all things impressed upon us the necessity of taking feed for
the horses and food for ourselves !
On the 17th of March, 1873, our procession swept out of
Melbourne. First our big dog Uno, bounding and barking
with joy : then two of us on horseback ; then the coach with
its white cover on the roof, its team of four-in-hand, and Patrick
holding the reins with an air of great dignity ; and lastly, the
buggy, containing Pater and Mater. It was a hot-wind day —
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before tis, an implacably straight road, swept by dust-storms
which veneered us with a white impalpable powder.
We rested at Kllmore, thirty-seven miles out, an agricultural
town, with 1600 of a population, mostly Irishmen. Being St,
Patrick's Day, two straggling, tuneless bands were promenading
the streets, and a ball took place in the evening. The town
was further excited on the following morning by a trotting
match between a local pony and a stranger mare. Towards
noon the revellers of the preceding night lolled about the streets
in a very twilight state. Most of them were betting upon the
race — one bemuddled man persistently stuffing as his stake a
handful of pound-notes into another's eye. Our route lay by
. Seymour, I-ongwood, and Violet Town, The township of
Longwood seemed to the eye as if half-a-dozen cottages had
sworn to a hotel and post-office that they would keep them
company, and not leave them in the wilderness alone. At
dinner in the hotel at Violet Town we encountered some
magnificent specimens of the colonial farmer — one a tall,
strong-built Irishman, who treated his left-hand companion, a
member of Parliament, to a condemnation of the Land Act
He also declared that it cost him ;f 200 a year for his "nobblers"
or drams, and that no man could say he was earning a living
who banked less than ;^iooo per year.
We had some difficulty in getting quarters here, as the hotel
was full. One limited room was occupied by six low trestle-
beds placed side by side, and filling up the entire floor, so that
to reach his humble couch the furthest sleeper had to step over
five beds. " Shake-downs " or mattresses were also laid on the
floors of the other rooms. As we had determined to sing in
every place, large or small, we gave our entertainment here.
The largest room in the hotel was arranged in imitation of a
hall. The table became the platform, and all the chairs about
the house were gathered together. The lounging benches that
stood in the verandah were brought in ; tub-stools came from
the kitchen ; and rough pieces of timber, or halves of saplings,
were laid ort boxes with the rough, rounded side uppermost
By a little squeezing and good-humour on the part of the
Our Travelling Piano. 39
audience, a lai^ number of people managed to get in. Most
of them had come from many miles round. In all these
country-places we used our "wee peeawny," as an old Scots-
man called it This was a square little instrument, four octaves
and a half, made to order by Womum, of Store Street, London.
Since then it has been all round the world — been baked
beneath the suns of Queensland, and frozen amid the snows of
Canada — been handled by Yankee " baggage-smashers " or
railway-porters — has tumbled off carts and fallen downstairs;
and, in short, has conducted itself in a roving way, such as no
piano, I am perfectly certain, ever did before. It served us
well, jmd kept marvellously well in tune. We packed it in a
canvas cover, with leather handles to it, so that two of us could
carry it The three legs were previously screwed off and en-
shrined in green bags. Within three or four minutes from the
final chorus of " Auld Lang Syne," the piano was strapped up
ready to go on the back of the coach. We regarded it as a
valuable member of our family.
Next morning we had intended to follow the mail-coach to
get the short route to Benalla, but the information which we
received about the road was so precise that we proceeded on
our own responsibility. This ended in our being lost five hun-
dred yards from the town. We wandered for miles without
seeing face or habitation, losing tracks and finding fresh ones,
till we struck a small hamlet Here we gained some more
precise information, which sent us through innumerable paddocks
with immense slip-panels, every individual bar of which had
to be carefully taken out and replaced upon each occasion. A
journey of seventeen miles thus extended to one of thirty.
Near Oxiey, some few miles from Benalla, there was an
encampment of blacks, and a company of four children and
two women soon introduced themselves. One of the lubras
was old, and very black, but with a blacker eye, which she had
received during a recent " corroboree " or meeting of the natives.
The old, plump, black woman's hair was long and glossy, and
she was dressed in loosely-tacked corn-sacks. The other lubra
was younger, had white pearly teeth, and carried a baby slung
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over her back. The children were from six to twelve years old,
and scampered about in costumes that seemed only a formal
yielding to social requirements. The aboriginals work at the
Oxlcy Hotel, but they are lazy ; and it was amusing to see the
length of time they took to clean a candlestick, shake a hearth-
rug, or wash a plate. They presented us with a live opossuin,
which we kept as a pet for weeks afterwards. It was quite
lame. It used to climb our knees, jump on the top of our
heads, hang by its tail from our forefinger, scamper about the
house, and scramble up window curtains. It was, of course, no
favourite of the landlady we had in Sydney, and one day we
found it curled up dead, evidently poisoned, in a corner of our
room.
We visited Wangaratta. and then went on to Beechworth, a
town which lies so high above the level of the sea, that one
almost expected to see a thunder-cloud trailing along the main
street, or driving mists obscuring shops and houses. Leaving
Beechworth, an abrupt turn brought us in sight of Yackandan-
dah, lying far below in a plain. This, the Valley of the Murray,
is famed for vine-growing, the landscape being thickly dotted
with luxuriant vineyards, gleaming with the rich yellow tints
of autumn. Yackandandah, lying far below in the Valley of
the Murray, was our next stage. Going from there to Chiltern,
wc came across the " Gap," a rough, precipitous track winding
down a hill. After long suspense we reached the level ground,
but had scarcely gone twenty yards when the " ring-bolt " of
the coach (the pivot run down through the front axle) snapped
in two, and with a crash the pole flew up, severely cutting one
of the horse's mouths. With the greatest difficulty the
animals were brought to a standstill, and had it not been for
two strong supplementary belts round the axle, the horses
would have bolted with a legacy of wheels.
Two days after, wc crossed the Murray at Wagunyah,
twenty-three days out from Melbourne, and passed into New
South Wales. Eastward, on the north bank of the river, we
drove forty-one miles to Albury, the chief town on the river
Murray, and famed for its manufacture of wines.
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We are off now to Wagga Wagga, ninety miles north — a
hard two days' journey, but the horses arc fresh. We start as
usual early, and all forenoon wind monotonously through sheep-
runs. At midday we camp for a couple of hours. We unhar-
ness the horses, and tie them to the trees ; then one of us runs
down to the creek to fetch water, another spreads a white cloth
on a sloping bank, and a third scrapes together miscellaneous
tinder, making a blazing fire against a tree stump. By this
time the supplies are out of the coach — a cosmopolitan diet of
canned meats — sardines from Pari.s, herring from Aberdeen,
oysters from Baltimore, and currant -jelly from Hobart,
Tasmania. The "billy" is bubbling on the fire, and another
large can is simmering with potatoes. The horses are crunch-
ing their maize; our driver is bedding up the fire with logs,
and fanning it with his old slouch hat. He makes capital tea,
which we enjoy with the hot potatoes. Then we stretch
ourselves out in the shade, and enjoy a short dreamy siesta.
In half an hour we are bustling about, folding our tablecloth,
collecting our tin pannikins, hookinj; our pails and billies to
the back of the coach, collecting the horse-feed, and harnessing
the horses. We are careful, too, to put out the fire — there is a
heavy fine inflicted on any one who leaves anything burning
in the bush. The grass is dry, and a sparlc sometimes will set
it ablaze. A brief look round to see that nothing is left, and
we are off.
Still the same wearisome scenery — trees, trees, trees every-
where — new vi.'itas opening in front, and vistas fading away
behind us. Towards the close of the afternoon, the sun sinking
lower in the sky ribbed the track with the long shadows of the
trees. Then the far-off timber seemed to rise and shut out the
sunset, the track becoming suddenly dusky, and silence settling
on us all at once. We had wished to reach the Billabong
Creek by night-fall, but at last regarded it as hopeless. A
shrieking laugh burst out of the hush. It was the vespers of
the jackass birds — a hideous discordant chorus. When this
batch finished, another family took it up, a little further off;
then another further still, and another, and yet another, till the
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laughs died away in the distance. Hark ! the faint tinkle of a
bell, nearer and nearer, till we meet a cloud of dust, out of
which evolve a bullock-dfay and driver. " Far from Billabong?"
" No ; a few miles." On again, poor sweaty, dusty team.
There's the moon just shining over the tree tops'; and, oh
happiness ! a light is glimmering ahead. Here at last is the
solitary settler's house. Invisible dogs howl at us from every
point of the compass. We knock ! — silence — no one at home,
so we hitch up the horses to a cattle-pen, and wait the arrival
of the folks. On the other side of the creek a large fire is
blazing, and round it a number of Wagga Wagga men, who
have been driving bullocks to Melbourne, and are now return-
ing after a six weeks' journey. They come to the creek-side and
pray across to us for only one thing — they want but little here
below, and that little is butter, which we feelingly throw over
to them in a piece of paper. By the light of the moon we see
two females approaching the house, and after a brief colloquy,
it is found that the accommodation will only suffice for my
mother and sisters.
The males "camp out" — a very romantic feat in this fine
weather. We put the horses into a pen ; then make a tent
close by with a sheet of canvas, spreading a couch of straw and
rushes. This makes an airy bedroom, and the moon shines
through the sheeting. Oppressed with a general sense of
quietness and straw flavour, and soothed by a lullaby of tail-
whisking and hay-munching at our ears, we fall asleep, but are
rudely awakened next minute by Patrick, who tells us to get
up. It is five o'clock A.M. — " next minute " has lengthened to
seven long hours. It is still dark ; the moon is low down on
the horizon, the morning cold and raw. There is a brisk fire
with a billy on it — our breakfast. We seize the opportunity of
the remaining moonlight to water the horses in the creek —
not an easy job, two of them escaping up the opposite bank,
and keeping us anxious till they come back neighing for their
companions. The moon has given place to a streak of day-
light, and we are greeted by the mocking laugh of the jackass-
birds, this time put to the blush by a civilized cock, who crows
Friends of the " Claimant." 43
a prodigious blast. About six in the evening we cross a
wooden bridge spanning the Murrumbidgce, and in the twink-
ling of an eye are in the main street of the town amidst cheerily-
lighted shops and a Saturday-night pavement crowd.
Wagga Wagga lies midway between Melbourne and Sydney,
and is the metropolis of a wilderness. It is in reality an em-
porium for the convenience of the wealthy squatters residing
in the neighbourhood. We sing in the Masonic Hall, said to
be the largest concert-room out of Melbourne ; it had a
sumptuous proscenium, and a stage loaded with scenery.
There were, however, scarcely any seats, and persons using the'
hall were compelled to place planks over barrels, boxes, and
brandy cases — a style of seating very laughable in such a
pretentious structure. Among the "lions" shown to the visitor,
is the hut of the Tichborne Claimant. The mean-looking
hovel, now rented by a tinsmith, is jammed in between a
larger shanty and a public-house in one of the by-streets. You
find the usual persons who parasitically attach themselves to
famous or notorious characters. Smith knew the Claimant,
and so did Grazing Tommy ; Bilkins supped with him, and
Wilkins drank with him ; Barber Brown had his butcher meat
f^om him for years ; Robinson worked with him for months on
end ; as for Jones, you might almost say he lived with him ;
and, in fact, they all knew him, and a rare good fellow he was.
It would surprise even "Tichborne" himself to know the
number of bosom friends he left in Wagga Wagga.
From hence we travelled to Gundagai, an extraordinarily
clean-looking place, perched upon a hill-side, looking down
upon some flats. This is Gundagai No. 2 — Gundagai No. i
having been totally destroyed by a fearful flood in 1852. A
young squatter here gave us a reminiscence of the calamity
" It was an awful time," said he. " My father acted as minister
of the place, and read the burial service over forty-five persons.
Our house didn't last long. We had to stand on the window-
sill with poles, and stave off the big trees and rubbish. But
the logs kept battering against the house, and letting in the
water. For a long time we could hear the chairs and ta.b\.e.=>
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washing about inside, and our grand piano bumping. Then
the house fell away piecemeal, and it was all we could do to
escape with our lives."
Yass, further east, was reached by a weary drive of two
days. There was no incident to lighten the journey, save
when we came upon an open glade covered with a dense flock
of cockatoos. They rose in a large white cloud, circling and
shrieking, and latterly flew to the shelter of the forest, where
they clustered thick as orange blossom on the trees. The
town is built upon the borders of Yass Plains, and here a great
■ iron bridge spans the River Yass. The first to traverse Yass
Plains was Hamilton Hume, the explorer ; he discovered this
portion of the country during his famous expedition. For
many years he resided at Yass in quiet seclusion, spending his
old age in a neat rustic cottage, fondly pointed out to strangers
by the inhabitants. Strange to say, as we were entering Yass,
the funeral of the venerable explorer was leaving it for the
cemetery, which lay outside the towu. The hearse was
followed by forty vehicles, belonging to doctors, .squatters,
hotel-keepers, shop-keepers, and tradesmen generally, followed
by a hundred horsemen, riding in couples, and representing
every class of society. The spectacle approached the historical.
A day's journey from here brought us to Goulburn, whence we
took the train to Sydney, This ended our six weeks' overland
trip of over 500 miles.
Sydney.
CHAPTER III.
Sydney— The "Larrikin "—Parraioatla— Brisbane— The Wilds of Queensland—
Gympie Gold Fields— Queensland Blacks— Roclthamplon — Darling Donni —
SSaathorpe Tin Mines.
The streets of Sydney, the capital of New South Wales, arc,
generally speaking, narrow. "Yes, yes," a citizen said tons,
" they are no doubt far from wide, but see the advantage in
point of shade!" You feel nervous about the wheels of your
vehicle, or the legs of your horse if you are riding. On the
pavements of Pitt Street, you are either elbowing plate-gla-s
windows or slipping off the kerb-stones. George Street is far
more modern in appearance, and has commendable width.
We took lodgings in Wynyard Square, a locality of boarding-
bouses, and white-porched private dwellings. Our landlady
was as smirking as possible, with excessively fashionable
daughters. She was generally agreeable, but upon any dis-
paraging remark being made as to the size or quality of chop
or steak, she flared up as to her high birth, and wondered what
her ancestors would have thought of this keeping of boarders !
The lodgings were close to Church Hilt, so called because of
the sacred edifices clustered round it. Of the Presbyterian
churches Dr. Lang's is the oldest — the " Scots Kirk " as it is
called, the foundation-stone of which was laid in 1833. We
were invited by the veteran Dr. Lang to take tea with him,
and we had a most interesting evening. The Doctor's talk
was of a bygone generation — of the early strifes, politics,
separations. Parliaments, and Governors of the colonies. He
came to Sydney in the month of May 1823, and ever since has
identified himseif with New South Wales ; the review of his
career would almost be that of the colony. He has been in
Parliament, and mixed in the heat of politics ; he resigned his
seat in the Legislative Assembly about the close of 1872. The
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separations of Victoria in 1851, and Queensland in 1859, were
a great deal due to the unflagging. energy of Dr. Lang, who
has also been foremost in the caUse of immigration. Though
over seventy, he still took part in public affairs, and was then
preparing a fresh edition of his excellent History of New
South Wales, one of the numerous works he has written on the
colonies.
Sydney is blest in the matter of public parks and gardens.
The Domain is charming, and the Botanical Gardens close to
it, are a bewildering profusion of palms, bananas and fern-trees,
while tasteful gravel walks wind about the grounds and skirt
the dark blue waters of the Farm Cove. As to Sydney
Harbour, the praises of it rang in our ears from the time we
landed in the colonies. We craned our necks from the top-
storey window of our lodgings, but could only see a small
patch of water almost filled up with the masts of shipping.
And yet our landlady claimed a View. Every hotel and
lodging-house, if it command but a speck of water, advertises
a View. We even saw one or two houses overlooking the
harbour on tiptoe — that is, with about twelve feet of solid
masonry as a foundation, and the front door reached by a
narrow flight of steps. In Melbourne, people demand your
opinion of the city. In Sydney they ask, "What do you think
of the Situation ? " and had it a political significance they
would not ask it with more earnestness.
A kind friend projected a sail round the harbour and a pic-
nic in one of its hundred pleasure grounds, getting together an
enjoyable company of folks, and chartering a steam launch.
Passing " Lady Macquarie's Chair," a stone scat carved out of
the solid rock, we sailed through Watson's Bay ; then doubled
the rocky point on which the sea breaks coming through the
Heads, once the scene of a terrible shipwreck, with no survivors.
Our littlesteamertumbled aboutherc,but we soon got intosmooth
water in the Middle Harbour, the high-wooded banks of which
recalled the River Hudson in America. We had a glimpse of
Manly Beach, styled by the Sydney folk "the Brighton of
Australia," and Clontarf, the pleasure-garden where the Duke
The "Larrikin" 47
of Edinburgh was shot by O'Farrell — our sail concluding in
Pearl Bay, where the steamer rasped and grounded some
distance from the shore. A boat came off and took the ladies
round a projecting point. Then one of the gentleman swam
about, along with a htofc^nsx-sansculotte, pushing off, till at last
the launch slid away, one of the gentlemen clinging to the
gunwale, and the other being left on the rock a knee-deep
shivering white figure. When the boat came, he was right glad
to be relieved, as he said that most of the time he had been
standing on oysters. Safely landed, we beheld a table on shore
spread with every imaginable delicacy. After three ringing
cheers for our host, we all got on board again, and arrived at
Sydney in the twilight.
There is one thing you make note of before you have been
long in Sydney — the number of middle-aged people who have
been reared in the colony, whose fathers were born in it. At
least it seems peculiar after Melbourne, where nearly every
mature man carries about with him the date of his arrival in
Australia. You see a preponderance of the Jewish cast of
countenance. In Sydney, also, there is an old established
criminal class, which Melbourne, being a younger city, does
not possess ; a Sydney crowd can muster its roughs with any
place we have seen! There is one deplorable charactei- to be
met with, the "larrikin," who is indigenous to the colonies
generally, though Melbourne is more particularly his homa
He is a wild youth, a creature bred by the absence of parental
control — a lower-class youth, but not necessarily very poor,
very wretched, or very young. You would not know him if I
were to call him a street arab, a rowdy, or one of the " great
unwashed." Like some foreign phrases, he is untranslatable.
His misdeeds rival those of the "Tom and Jerry" days. The
larrikins, in gangs of twenty and thirty, break street-lamps,
wrench off knockers, tear down fences, mob and maltreat
policemen, hustle respectable people at noon-day, and at night
assault some sober citizen and rob him. Scarce a week passes
without some larrikin outbreak.
Sydney has eleven suburbs. At Balmain, a picturesque
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suburb, occupying a point of land, with streets sloping down to
the harbour, we gave one of our concerts. During the day
our manager came over from Sydney with a large box-full of
oranges, a present from some unknown friend. We felt anxious
as to how we could stow them away on our impending journey
from Sydney to Brisbane ; but the difBculty was unexpectedly
solved. By the time of our departure there were no oranges 1
Parramatta, fifteen miles from the metropolis, is an old town,
settled in 1790 under the title of Rose Hill. The streets are
wide, the houses old, and the whole place quaint. Tropical
plants surrounded the hotel we lived at, and a rich orange tree
was pushing its way into one of the bedroom windows. Who
has not heard of the golden fruit of Parramatta ? The orange
groves are a sight to see — long straight rows of small trees
speckled with flaring yellow fruit, and filling the air with
fragrance — the oranges delicious to look at, but still more
pleasant to be plucked fresh from the tree, and' tasted in all
their pure beady juiciness.
Steamboat life is the same here as at home — the same close
saloon, the same red velvet-cushioned seats, the same sickly-
smelling zinc-covered stairs, the same stokers, and the same
broad-speaking Glasgow engineer — but not the same captain.
The Australian skipper is a distinct species of being ; there is
'nothing at all sailor like in his appearance. When you have
singled out on the wharf some stout florid commercial traveller,
and said to yourself, " That is the captain," behold ! a slim
gentleman in a black coat, white shirt-front, coloured necktie,
steps on board and shouts his orders to the un-nautical crew.
Sydney to Brisbane, a sea-journey of 500 miles, occupied
fifty-four hours. We left at six o'clock in the evening, and
rose in the morning to a fine sea-picture. The sky was blue
and cloudless — the scenery bold and mountainous. The coast
was outlined in foam — the green seas breaking upon the
shore, washing and swirling round the rocks, climbing up the
shaded sides of the clifls, and bursting in the sunshine on the
summit into clear masses of spray. Scores of porpoises leapt
about the ship — an exciting, inspiriting scene. I became ac-
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quainted with a young Melbourne gentleman, and contrived to
pass the time with him in interesting discussions. He main-
tained his views in a lofty philanthropical manner, supporting
his arguments as if they were so many paupers. The captain
was genial, though at table he proved himself a perfect
Munchausen, pouring into unsuspecting ears a succession of
improbabilities. We had beard of his powers ere we came on
board, but he almost managed to hoodwink us with his fictions
while apparently busied in something else — handling his knife
and fork, or crumbling a piece of bread — his most flagrant
efforts being made under cover of reaching for the cruet-stand.
'* Fine flavour this tea — best tea I've tasted for weeks — (a
sardine, steward !) — it was lucky 1 got it as I did — the Marquis
of Normanby, Queensland Governor, you know, had — (ahem,
hem ! something in my throat, I think !) — had ordered a large
quantity of it from Hong Kong — the finest Bohea, mind you
(another cup, Williams) — he bought more than the family could
use ; so — (I'll take the butter, please) — so I got three chests of
the tea from the Marquis, and — and " " Ah, captain," said
he, shaking half a dozen remonstrative fingers — " ah, captain,
how could you?" He gravely winked, and answered in a
whisper — " You've found me out, but — but — you'd wonder how
many believe me !" During the rest of the trip the captain
devoted himself to a convalescent English curate and his
brother, giving them a comic account of the coast — how Smoky
Cape got its name from the fumigation of a cave full of escaped
convicts — how the Solitary Islands were inhabited each by one
man — how Cape Byron was so called because a descendant of
the poet Wordsworth lived there — and how Point Danger,
strange to say, was the safest promontory on the coast, with
other facts that eventually opened the eyes of the two mild
people.
Brisbane, the capital of Queensland, lies twenty-five miles
from the mouth of the river. It is a new-looking town, with
fine wide streets and a population of 20,000. From the
verandah of the Royal Hotel we have a good view of the town.
From the rear we look across an array of back-yards and
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gardens, with waving banana-trees. The street is busy with
horsemen, big red coaches, and drays with in some cases twenty
bullocks attached. Aboriginals, male and female, and
Polynesians from some up-country sugar plantation, stroll
about, with blue-striped trousers, short coats, and umbrellas ;
while little boys arc to be seen chewing sugar-cane two and
three feet long, using it as a walking-sticking and eating the
upper end.
Brisbane is a flourishing town, the capital of a young and
thriving colony. Queensland, which for a time formed a
northern district of New South Wales, did not come into
separate existence till 1859. At first, it had a season of
fictitious prosperity, flourishing on borrowed funds, precociously
raising a national debt. But in 1866 there came a serious
commercial crisis, paralysing trade, and creating a panic
Riots were feared, and the community was in disorder ; when,
like the opening of a door to relief and safety, there broke out
the great Gympic gold diggings.
The hardest four days' travelling we ever had in Australia
was from Brisbane north to Gympie. About dawn one even-
ing my brothers and I went to the stables and hauled the
empty waggon up to the hotel ; then packed it with our boxes,
bundles, piano, fiddle, and a quantity of eatables. At six a,m,
my father mounted the horse " Bob," which he occasionally did
as a variety to riding in the buggj', and we left the Royal
Hotel, with a cheer from the stableman and waiter. Forty-
three miles of a lonely bush road, and towards evening we
reached a way-side inn, kept by a Perth woman. Here we
had every attention, for she was a "real nice body," and
bustled about in a heart-warming Scottish fashion. After tea
the good lady was vcrj' anxious to hear once more the " Auld
Scots Sangs," so in the twilight we all sat in the verandah and
performed a selection from our programme..
On the second day the road was rougher and the scenery
grander. On each side of us rose high banks surmounted by
Ioft>- trees, which towered up like walls. Coach and horses
-•^med to dwarf as we passed through this precipitous vegeta-
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tion. The straight, tapering timber interwoven^ with parasites,
like natural trellis- work, with long leafy tendrils trickling
down from a great height. We had to walk for many miles
this second day, urging the horses three yards at a time up
the long hills.
" Folks generally swear here," said Patrick with an air of
information, at the foot of a formidable ascent — " a good long
oath ; it makes the horses go better."
No doubt ; but — hum — we could never think of
The very thing! use the names of Scotch songs. We
started up the hill. " Jo-o-ohn Grumlie !" shouted one ; " Ye
Banks and Bra-a-acs !" shrieked another ; " Get up and Bar
the Door — oh !" yelled a third, frightening one of the leading
horses, who sticks manfully into his collar. On wc go. " Oh,
why left I my Ha-a-me !" takes us an immense distance ;
"Castles in the Air!" gets the coach up about fifteen yards ;
"We're a' Noddin'!" delivered with impassioned fervour,
makes great difference in the speed; "My Heart's in the
Highlands !" in despairing accents, sends us hatf-way up a
slope; while "Tam Glen," "Ower the Hills an' far Awa-a-a !"
in fierce excited tones by the entire company, bring us hoarse,
perspiring, and exhausted to the mountain's brow.
Near the top of another ascent, the "Devil's Elbow," we
fairly stuck. So we left our driver Patrick in charge of the
coach, and trudged with the horses seven weary miles to Cobb's
Camp, a wayside house, where we arrived amid rain and dark-
ness. This inn was kept by a German, an honest, good-
hearted man. The animals were stabled and arrangements
made for additional horses in the morning. After tea the host
and hostess began peering out into the darkness for the
expected horse-express going down to Brisbane with late
letters for the home mail. The man was behind time, the
night wet, black, and stormy. The rustic and creak of the
trees, the hiss and beat of the rain, prevented us from hearing
distinctly, as we strained our ears for some sound of his
approach. He was up and close upon us with his white horse
before we knew, and in a second he was off and into the bar.
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where he undid his dripping glazed coat and told the folks the
weather was bad, and that the roads were bad, and that the fall
he had was bad, and that the same horse had rolled over him
twice before, and that altogether he felt like taking a glass of
brandy. He stayed all night, and left with his saddle bags
early in the morning.
We started not long after him, taking two fresh horses, and
finding Patrick comfortably asleep inside the coach. This
day's travelling was unspeakably rough, with descents over
rocks and boulders, the coach running through the high grass,
and shipwrecking upon sunken roots of trees. In the midst of
the wilds a tall, fierce, half-naked black started up in front of
u& " Lickspince " (sixpence), said he — " Give Song," said we
— and to our utter amazement he burst forth into a grotesque,
barbarous version of "Auld Lang Syne," which he had no
doubt heard sung at nights round the fireside of some lonely
Scottish shepherd on one of the great outlying Sheep -stations.
We met, too, a perspiring, red-faced man " swagging it " from
Gympie^ — a plasterer, who was disgusted with the place,
"Fancy," he exclaimed, "they wanted me to work for 8s. 4d.
a-day — the place is going to the dogs!" Wc made only a
stage of eighteen miles this day, so heavy were the roads. We
stayed all night at a small inn. Robert had to sleep on a
table, while I lay on the bar-room sofa, having for lullaby a
game of " euchre," played by the maudlin host, a passing dray-
man; and our driver.
In the dark of early morning we started upon our final stage,
our business -agent being commissioned to ride direct, and with
the least possible delay, to Gympie to make preparations for
our arrival. We had a great extent of boggy ground to go
over — narrow lanes hemmed in by the same thick undergrowth
as before, with deep mud through which the horses floundered
and the vehicle proceeded by slow plunges. " Cobb's coach,"
the public conveyance, came rolling and pitching round a
corner, the driver saluting us with, "Keep up your spirits,
there's only the Devil's Backbone now \" And this last slimy
ascent merited its name. The gradient was so steep that the
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horses could not pull the coach up more than a few feet at a
time — even though we had all leapt out, and were each pushing
desperately at a wheel, with Patrick in front tugging frantically
at the leaders' heads.
We sighted Gympie at four o'clock that afternoon, and never
was town so welcome. We were covered with mud from head
to foot, and as we drove up the main street, a rumour spread
that ** they had arrived too late for their concert.*' But we set
to work, had tea, and at eight o'clock stepped on the platform.
The hall chosen for us by our local correspondent having been
deemed unsuitable on account of its lying in a distant part of
the diggings, we had moved to one nearer the principal mines.
It had no ceiling, and was far from resonant, a fault which was
by no means remedied by the crowded attendance. The
entertainment had been well advertised in the prevailing
fashion ; that is to say, the town -crier had traversed on horse-
back the extensive district, ringing his bell and shouting the
news of our advent.
Gympie, the leading gold-field of Queensland, has been in
existence since 1867. All mining towns have three stages of
development — first canvas — then wood — then brick. Gympie
is now in the climax of the wood metamorphosis. The
principal street is an irregular thoroughfare winding up one
side of a hill — the shop fronts in every shape and design, with
wooden cornices surmounted by flagstaffs, and the street
resembling from a distance the long straggling lines of booths
at a country fair. We lived at a hotel which was a curiosity in
its way. It had a good appearance outside, but was rather
incomplete as to interior arrangements. The bedrooms, for
instance, were all under one common roof, about eleven feet
high, and separated from each other by wooden partitions
about nine feet high. A knock at one door elicited **Yes"
from half a dozen different people.
The population numbered 6000, one-half engaged in mining.
We came across that wonderful digger, to be found on every
gold-field, who retails to you his narrow escapes from good
fortune, telling you what he might have been //"he had only
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held on to those valuable shares of his, i/*he had only taken
the £^000 offered him for his small bit of land, //he had not
been an ass, if he had kept his eyes open, //he had shut his
mouth to drink, if he had not foolishly speculated with the
liard-earned savings of years. This man of "buts" and "ifs" is
vocally a millionaire. There were people in Gympie from every
gold-rush under the sun. Whether they were managers, share-
holders, or common miners, they all had an elastic, bounding
confidence in Gympie. They based future prosperity on the
reefs — deep-sinking was to be the foundation of Gympie*s
greatness. By all above the earth and underneath the earth,
they believed in it
The morning we were to leave Gympie, breakfast had been
ordered at 7.30 ; but it was five minutes late and the hotel-
folks were reprimanded. We were generally very precise in
our arrangements for starting, trying our best to rival the rail-
way in punctuality, in order to provide for the awkward
contingencies which frequently beset the bush-traveller. A
comparatively easy journey of two days brought us north to
Maryborough. On the way wc passed numerous heavy drays,
sometimes with ten or a dozen horses each, conveying all kinds
of goods to the diggings, where of course nothing is produced
but gold. As we met about forty teams of eight on an
average, as many as 360 dray-horses were at this time journey-
ing southward. At Maryborough we saw large numbers of
South Sea Islanders, who are brought to Queensland by as
near an approach to slave-trading as it is possible to reach
under the British flag. They arc employed on the maize and
sugar plantations, and work also on the wharves. There were
scores of Queensland blacks, too, carrying cargo to the steamers
— brawny, muscular fellows, with brass breast-plates inscribed
" King George," " King Billy," and the like, though we were
greatly shocked to see royalty tussling with corn-sacks and
trundling bales of hay.
The blacks gathered about the town in large numbers, strid-
ing up and down with long spears, waddies or clubs, and
boomerangs. The older women wore opossum rugs, had
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their faces covered over with a thick coating of red chalk, and
had a circlet of high feathers sticking up round their heads.
All the women own d<^s, and they share with them the bread
and scraps of meat collected from domestics at the back doors
of hotelsL I saw one of these wiry dogs run over by a fast
baker's van. The poor brute howled and doubled itself up in
agony, while its old mistress, after great wringing of hands, set
to work soothing the animal and replacing the pieces of
abrased skin. All the time she continuously uttered a scries
of mumblings, a stray tear or two finding their way through
the thick layer of red chalk upon her face. In a few minutes
she was overjoyed, for the dog ate a piece of meat from her
hand, and hobbled quietly along.
The Queensland blacks have a less civilised appearance, and
altogether. look grander savages, than their fellows in Victoria.
They are sly dogs, too, those aboriginals. One of them was
be^ng, and a gentleman tendered him an old battered thrcc-
pennypiece. " No, no, no," said the black, shaking his head
and grinning — " no, no — that no good — that congregation
money !" A black at Maryborough offered us a boomerang
for a shilling, and we asked him to throw it in proof of its
genuineness. Accompanied by a large number of young
blacks and a bevy of erect, poker-like females, who smoked
and who used spears as walking-sticks, we went to an open
piece of ground. The aboriginal stuck out his elbows on a
level with his ears, poising the boomerang on the back of his
left hand, and grasping it firmly in his right. Then turning
half round on his heel, he suddenly sent the weapon flying
h^h into the air. It whirled, dodged, curved, went this way,
came swooping down close to the ground, rose high again with
graceful sweep, lost a great deal of its vitality, revolved feebly,
fluttered down again exhausted, skimmed lightly along the
grass, and finally landed a few yards from the feet of the black.
We bought the boomerang, and thought we had not spent our
shilling recklessly.
Our driver Johnson was left behind at Maryborough to drive
the coach back to Brisbane. The horse " Bob" and the pony
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"Jessie" were shipped on the steamer for Rockhampton,
not without much ado, " Bob's " head requiring to be veiled by
a coat before he would " walk the plank." We had a perfect
sea voyage from Maryborough to Rockhampton, a distance of
250 miles. The sea was smooth and veiled by a faint mist,
like a vast mirror that had been breathed upon. The shoals,
rocks, and sandy spits fluttered with sea-fowl, amongst which
tall sober pelicans stalked in a paternal manner amongst the
smaller birds. The river banks were covered with mangrove
scrub, and fringed with reeds, vividly reflected in the water.
As the sun set, the sky blazed with orange tints, while the long
reach of the river, stretching out before us, shone staring white
with the reflection of the colourless sky immediately above.
Then quietness settled down ; the low thud of the paddle
wheels, the metallic " clunk " of the frogs in the marshes, the
chirp and whirr of insects, the frequent ripple of hungry fish,
and the occasional warning clang of the ship's bell echoing
back from the hills, seemed to deepen the general stillness.
Rockhampton at last. Though the month of August, and
the winter season, we felt the climate warm. The townsfolk
themselves complained of the heat, and threw open their houses
to the noon -day gaze, reclining in canvas lounges, smoking and
chatting in the verandahs. The windows were in reality fold-
ing glass-doors. The Rockhampton people certainly know
how to combat warm weather. The grocer, the butcher, and
the baker are attired in the lightest costumes ; the barber
shaves you with tucked up sleeves, and shirt open at the neck ;
and the draper goes about without coat or waistcoat, selling his
goods to gaily-dressed young ladies. In the summer, labourers
are allowed two hours' rest at mid-day, to avoid the sun. The
population of Rockhampton was at this time about 600a A
captain once told us how his first load of emigrants to Rock-
hampton consisted of forty-five single women — a precious
cargo! At that time there were only six houses in Rock-
hampton, and the fair sex were all lodged in one building. In
a few days they had all disappeared — one third of them into
service, two-thirds into matrimony. The bachelor squatters
"Oh, dem Veeds!" 57
used to walk into this interesting domicile and make their
choice.
The Fitzroy is one of the largest rivers in Australia, and
navigable thirty-five miles from the bay. Crocodiles abound,
some of them twenty-five feet long. "Big Ben," who was
caught in this stream, and who wc saw stuffed in a museum at
Sydney, weighed half-a-ton. Now and then large nests are
found, and a gentleman one day presented us with an egg, one
of sixty-six he had discovered the same morning.
The Leichardt Hotel was most comfirtabJc; the landlord
kind ; the coffee-room spacious, and witli two large punkahs,
which were very cooling in the hot evening';. I had for candle-
stick a black man's skull, the candle placed in one of the eye-
sockets — a piece of diabkric that might have graced the table
of AlJoway Kirk, and would certainly have raised an extra
hair on the head of glorious Tam. One forenoon we visited a
garden in the neighbourhood, owned by a good-hearted
German. Our friend met us at the little white gate, dragged
us inside, bustled before us into his house, forced us to drink
jugs of milk, and then took us round his adorable vegetation.
Clumps of bananas, sugar-cane, and baml.mo — umbrella-trees,
pomegranates, passion-flowers, castor-oil jjlanls! cauliflowers 1
cabbages! — the mind reeled amid the profusion. "Oh," sud-
denly exclaimed our friend, "dem veeds !" and he pulled up a
number of pine-apples growing wild akmg'^ide the walk. He
called them " weeds," but they were most palatable. Then we
Iiad some more milk at the house, and while we were eating
nice home-made cakes the German made up gay bouquets, his
good lady meanwhile filling a basket with oranges. She umild
have us take them, they were so healthy. Lemons were even
better, she said ; and the kind folks stuffed our pockets with
them. The same day our friend came to the hotel, smiling
over an armful of flowers. Then hurrying out, he returned
again with more smiles, and a large canvas bag filled with
limes. It will be long ere we forget either the good .soul or
his garden.
At Rockhampton we met a young squatter, who had just
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ridden down from his station, 200 miles up country. Some
years ago a large party of blacks attacked the station and
murdered the young man's father. He told us he found
station-life dull. True, he read books and newspapers in the
evenings, and sometimes visited his neighbours. Another
squatter lived " only twelve miles distant," which was reckoned
to be almost next door. Sometimes a passing show would
call in at the little township — for be it known there is always
a goodly collection of cottages and huts in connection with a
station. One day a small circus came round, and the manager
cast his eye about in a business-like manner. Then he
addressed the squatter : — " Ah — hum — yes — I'll fix up my
tent here, if you please. I've been turning the matter over,
and perhaps it will — yes, it will be some slight trouble taking
money from each person in the place — so I think it will
simplify matters greatly if you just give me a cheque for the
population!"
From Rockhampton we returned south to Brisbane, touching
again at Maryborough. At this port, five aboriginals came on
board, and literally " dropped off" at Frazer's Island. The
youngest of the blacks was a child of about ten or twelve years
old. The five rolled up their rags, and tied them on top of
their heads, with a knot under the chin. After long fidging,
twitching, and nasal droning, they dived off, one after the
other, into the rushing, glancing foam. One old man had the
additional task of pushing before him a bag of flour. The
long yellow beach of the island, more than a quarter of a mile
distant, was shining in the sunset, and thronged with blacks.
Looking behind with a glass, we saw five black heads bobbing
in the distance, then five dark figures scampering along the
sand, and joining their companions on the shore.
We had to be in Brisbane on Friday to give a performance
on behalf of one of the charities, but we did not find till too
late that the steamer's time was altered, and that she was not
due till Saturday ! The captain, however, was most obliging,
for he did not waste a moment, hurried up the loading at the
The Darling Downs. S9
various ports en route, caught all the tides, and landed us at
Brisbane in plenty of time for the concert.
One of our horses, " Billy," a massive animal, having had
fever in the feet ever since the toilsome journey to Gympic,
James and I took him by steamboat to Ipswich, while the rest
came on by the coach. The tide was very low, so much so
that the little steamer had to be steered on shore at the sharp
turnings, and then poked ofT with poles — a most laughable
procedure, the extreme shallowness inducing the captain and
one of the passengers to bet as to whether the boat had or had
not " scraped " on this or that occasion. Passengers, too, were
picked up here and there off the river-banks, a small boat for
the purpose being towed behind the steamer — giving one the
idea of an aquatic omnibus. Once we drifted slowly under a
large tree trunk that jutted out from the bank. " Unship the
flagstaff!" shouts the captain, signalling to back the engines.
A man springs to the bow, but is caught full in the back by
the projecting tree, which takes him slowly off his legs. With,
such stirring adventures the time passed pleasantly.
Next to Brisbane, Ipswich is the most important city in
Southern Queensland, and prides itself upon being the ter-
minus of the Southern and Western Railway, the line running
to the Darling Downs. This region is a splendid table-land
rising fifty miles back from the coast, and reached by a railway
that climbs 2000 feet up to the plateau. The carriages are
roomy, and double-roofed to keep off the direct rays of the sun.
There was a characteristic notice in our compartment : — "In
consequence of damage done to the linings, persons are
requested to take off their spurs before lounging on the seats "
— a notice, by the way, which a bespurred squatter seemed to
ignore. Through the breaks between the deep cuttings we
had frequent far-off views of fields and forests — flat expanses
of trees spreading out like carpets, wrought with a shady
pattern of clouds. Presently came open grassy country of the
table-land, contrasting strongly with the timbered, mountain-
ous region we had just left
The Darling Downs are cooler than any other part of
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Queensland, and at Dalby we had a roaring If^-fire in the
hotel parlour. Our comfort, too, was increased by a humor-
ous, autobiographical waiter, who presented his history along
with the various courses of dinner. He served with the
soup his butlership to an O'Donoghue in Ireland — he ar-
rived with the joint in New York — by pudding time he
had as a mariner got safely through the bombardment of
San Francisco by the "Tuscarora" — and with the advent of
cheese he finished a long career of glory in the principal hotels
of Melbourne. The hall wa.'^ a nice new building. Just as our
concert was commencing, the red curtain of the proscenium
had to be lowered for a few minutes at the desire of a number
of the town's folks, who had not seen it before.
After singing in Toowoomba and Warwick, wc went to the
Stantliorpe tin mines. The road was awfully bad, having been
cut up by the ore-laden and o'cr-laden drays. The severe
shocI;s the coach received bent the ring-bolL We got a bush-
blacksmith to make a new one, but soon this went lik:: the
other, and at last wc had to bind up the underworks with ropes
and chains. Two years before our visit, Stantliorpe was a
lonely sheep station. A shepherd, who had lived unsuspecting
on the .spot for years, went mad with disappointment on the
discovery of tin. This was the youngest township we had ever
seen. Its .sole street was three-quarters of a mile in length — a
double row of wooden houses winding through an outer chaos of
huts and sand-heaps. " JIar," " liar," " Bar," stared at you on
every hand. The signs were chiefly composed of calico. Among
the principal houses were the "Mining li.\change Hotel," the
" Woolpack Inn," and t!\e " Sun Burst Tavern," with the rising
orb pictured in front like a golden porcupine. Immense gum-
trees grew in the middle of the street, proudly bearing Ken-
nedy's jKDsters 1 We stayed at a hotel built of wood and
corrugated iron. The landlord united in his person the respec-
tive characters of publican, tin-buyer.and Member ofFarliament
Wc had dinner in comiiany with an editor, a commercial
traveller, a squatter, a printer, and a railway official, and felt as
if hob-nobbing with the vital interests of the place. The tmnu
Quari Pot Creek. 6i
was better than one could have expected. We had ail the
delicacies of a town hotel, as the landlord had the scr\-iccs of a
French cook.
After dinner we view the township, and turning a corner
come upon the Quart Pot Creek. Here truly was a scene of
industry! — a veritable hive or unearthed ant-hill. Scores cf
men were to be seen in the stony bed of the creek. Men sat
plunging away at horizontal brass pumps, thirteen feet in length
— driving wheels, two or three feet in diameter, revolved in the
water-races — miners in high boots, with long eight-pronged
forks, were busy in the sluice-boxes. The water in the creek was
carried off by a flood-race 300 yards long, but the inflow, still
considerable, was drained off by two large Californian pumps,
worked by steam, and constructed on the principle of the Jack-
towel and theatrical waterfall.
Returning from the Quart Pot Creek, we encounter stumps,
bushes, boulders, fallen logs, barkless trees, heaps of sand, and
square white canvas tents fluttering in the wind, with here and
there a Chinaman's cabbage garden. We see a humble brown
church, with the orthodox peaked door and windows, and with
a bark roof straddled over by a framework of saplings to keep
the sheets of bark from being blown off. The other churches
are simply shingled weather-board buildings. The Wesleyans
hold service in a shop. Every man seems to have been his
own architect, and, as on most mining rushes, the rough ap-
pearance of the houses is more the result of necessity than
poverty. One hut we entered was lined inside from top to
bottom with cuttings from the illustrated papers, while over
these again hung an excellent oil-painting.
We gave our concerts in the Court House, a wooden build-
ing raised on props two or three feet from the ground, with a
platform outside reached by a flight of steps after the manner
of " Richardson's Show," There were not enough seats in the
building, so we had to borrow from various parts of the town.
We carried out the prisoners' dock, and made it the " ticket-
office " — the public paying their money over the long row of
spikes with which the box was guarded. The jury-box was
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hastily filled by a family who came very early. We sat ranged
on the Judge's bench — a " terrible show I " The court-room
was crowded and hot, and the windows had to be kept wide
open, giving a full view of the performers to the lai^e crowd
which had gathered outside. On Saturday night, after our last
concert, we had to return all the chairs and forms, as they were
urgently wanted on the Sunday. My brothers and I had to
unseat the Court House and reseat two churches before getting
to bed that night ! We sang in the choir of the Presbyterian
Kirk next day, where we heard a most excellent sermoa The
building was small and primitive-looking. The pulpit-step
was a brandy box with the letters XX clearly visible upon it t
^■a . ^w l
New England District.
CHAPTER IV.
New Soulb Wales again — A versatile Beadle — Our Dog Uno — Aiutialian Holds
. and Bush Ions — Hot Weather— Deserled by our Diivei— Ad Upset
Leaving this lively township, we crossed the Queensland
border into New South Wales, making our first stay at
Tenterfield, a quiet town in the New England district It
stands about 4000 feet above sea-Ieve!, and has a pure, fresh,
climate, though we felt it rather cold. " Cold ? by Jove, this is
excellent weather," cried an enthusiastic townsman, drawing in
his breath with a hiss — " Cold ? why, this is a glorious climate
■ — same as England every bit — that is, barring the damp 1
Where will you find such glowing-cheeked damsels — such
brown-faced sturdy young men ! I love the cold wind, bless
it ! " The hall was in connection with the hotel, and its only
entrance was through the latter. Seats had to be borrowed
from a school, and lights from somewhere else. Furthermore,
we had to fasten up a rickety door which had fallen off its
hinges, and otherwise improve the premises.
A stage of thirty-five miles further brought us to Deepwater,
the smallest place we ever performed in. It consisted solely
of two inns about three hundred yards from each other. We
had tea in the dining-room — then adjourned to the kitchen,
where the concert was held. A rough wooden candelabra was
hung from the ceiling, along with the coach-lamps. Forty
people managed to crowd in, and we wondered where they all
came from. The acoustics, I need hardly say, were not good,
and one had the feeling of singing down the throats of the
audience in the front seats. Even in such a small village as
this we were not free from opposition, for the other half of the
town — that is, the rival hotel-keeper — got up a "dance" to try
and charm away our audience !
At Glen Innes, an agricultural township. The hall
was an auction-room. We had the job of piling up
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some scores of heavy bags of tin- ore to form a basis
for the platform. Talking of bags reminds me of
another place we were at, where the seating consisted of planks
laid on sugar-bags. Early in the evening many of the bags
burst, and if the audience did not take the entertainment with
" a grain of salt," some of them at any rate helped themselves
liberally to the sugar! The hotel at Glen Inncs was full of
commercial travellers, and my brothers and I had to sleep in
some odd beds constructed In a building at the rear. As usual,
one common roof covered a number of calico partitions. Towels
were scarce, and it was highly comical to see a man wiping his
face on the loose fragments of the calico partitions — " drying
his face on the walls," as he called it. The hotel people had
run short of calico in [one instance, and had filled up the gap
with old election banners, " Peace and plenty ! Vote for Fipps!"
and so on. The commercials made the night hideous by pro-
longed revelry in the parlour. They clanked glasses, stamped,
slapped the table, engaged in vociferous discussions, and trolled
out the gems of British melody. It was not till three in the
morning that the commercial Interest felt depression and
departed to its couch.
We spent a Sunday in Inverell, another rural township, and
went to the Presbyterian Church. This was the first time for
months that we did not sing in a choir on Sunday, and the
rest was peculiarly grateful. There was an attentive, respect-
able congregation of healthy-looking country-folks. Many of
them had come on horseback, and the animals browsed out-
side the church until the conclusion of the service. Before
entering the church, we had noticed a man tugging vigorously
at the bell-rope. When the congregation had been " rung in,"
he hurried to the precentor's desk and led the psalms. Then
later he whipped round with the collection-plate. Lastly, he
saw the congregation out, and carefully locked the door. He
was only equalled in versatility by a man we saw in Kilmore,
Victoria, who was at one and the same time the Presbyterian
church-warden, the town-crier, the bill-poster, and the inspector
of nuisances! At Inverell we wished to buy a saddle-horse.
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Patrick happened to mention that fact to the stableman, and
in half-an-hotir the news had spread all over the town. The
street was soon busy with horses of everj' variety, and with all
kinds of vices. My brothers and I had a hard time of it can-
tering up and down the road, trying the different hacks. At
last we hit upon a small wiry horse, for which the extravagant
sum of six guineas was asked ! He was an insignificant look-
ing, meek-faced animal, but we added to his dignity by calling
him "the General" He turned out well, not only "in the field,"
but also on the road.
Armtdale was the last town we visited in this New England
district — the centre of an astonishingly fertile tract of country-.
We chanced to be in Armidalc also on a Sunday, and found
there a prosperous Presbyterian Church. The minister is hard-
worked, for, in addition to his many duties in Armidale, he holds
service at thirty-four different places every three months; but
ministers are scarce and the country sparsely settled. The
colonial clet^ymen certainly "live laborious days."
We heartily enjoyed our travelling. In the morning, just
before the first streaks of daylight, we rose in the cold and the
darkness, and made ready for the journey. Our driver busied
himself in the stable by candle-light, giving the horses their
oats and putting on the harness. We drew the coach out into
the stable-yard — then took the wheels off, one at a time, and
gave the axles a dose of castor-oil from a bottle which Patrick
carried about with him for use equally on wheels and horses.
The coach was packed ; then off we started, Patrick smacking
his whip, or " flagellator," as he called it, and our heavy dog
Uno bounding in front Poor beast ! he had many a weary
scamper alongside that coach, though he enjoyed himself in his
own way. Now he would dash wickedly through the bush after
some innocent sheep — now hear a rustling in the grass, and
follow a snake to its nest in a hollow log — now rush excitedly
after a drove of kangaroos — now sniff a tree for some hiddpn
opossum. One day he would be splashed all over with black
mud — another day powdered over with white sand — next day
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covered from head to tail in red loam — according to the various
districts we passed through.
We had great experience of Australian hotels. Taken as a
whole, they were excellent The accommodation was good —
so was the " table." Meat of course entered largely into the
fare. This might be expected in a country where beef is from
fourpence to fivepence a pound, and mutton threepence a
pound. The colonists eat a good deal of butcher-meat A
bush-farmer, a Scotsman, once said to us, " What wad the folks
in Scotland think o* pleughmen gettin' mutton [to eat in the
mornin's ? We have cauld mutton to breakfast, cauld mutton
to dinner, an' cauld mutton to tea. We're weel aff, I can tell ye!"
The charges in the hotels vary from eight shillings to twelve
shillings a day, according to the quality of the house or the
size of the township. This payment covers everything ; there
are no vague additional items such as "Attendance," or " Beds,"
or " Boots," or " Lights." Of course there is no law forbidding
you to tip the waiter or stableman before driving off ; but that
is about the fullest extent to which anything is " looked for."
While the accommodation in the country hotels is good, we
cannot say so much for the bush inns, as the houses in the less-
settled parts are called.
Hot, tired, dusty, thirsty, travelling through the lonely, end-
less bush, amid the unvarying fragrance of the gum trees, we
come to a bush-inn, the " Traveller's Rest" We see its white-
painted sides and its iron roof shining through the trees. We
push forward in haste, the very horses pricking up their ears
and quickening their pace. In a few minutes we draw up to
the door. Immediately in front of it stands a tall white post sup-
porting an empty square frame, from which the sign-board has
broken away. A red-faced, sandy-whiskered man in tight
trousers and a striped flannel shirt, with a halter dangling over
his arm sees to the horses. In the bar, a bullock-driver is
asleep upon a small three-legged stool, his head upon his arms,
leaning on an ale cask that stands in one corner, and from
which an occasional draught is tapped by the landlord for two
^emen who have just dropped in. A trooper has dis-
ct«r
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mounted from his horse, and is sitting on a form outside,
reading the paper from the nearest township. At the side of
the door a magpie chatters in a large round wicker cage.
Going to the stable, we cross a rotten plank or two, that, from
the slushing sound they make, seem to cover something
sodden. We come upon dirty-faced, shaggy-headed children —
dogs snuffing at old bones — hens pecking at cold potatoes —
and a dozen pigs quarrelling in a small stye. The scene is
backed by one or two tottering, drunken-looking out-house&
Near the stable-door lie half-a-dozen horse-collars, a set of
chain-harness, a dingy stable-lamp, and an old brandy-case
strewn with stray oats and chaff, the remains of some horse's
alfresco feed. A thin layer of straw barely covers the earth in
the floor of the stalls. The planks that compose the walls are
wide apart, many of them swing loose, and a cold wind blows
through and through the stable.
Dinner being ready, we enter the parlour. The walls are
merely papered canvas, and bulge inwards with every pufl" of
wind. The window is shaded by a white blind that is semi-
detached from the roller and hangs down in a long dog's ear.
The wide yawning fire-place, full of white powdery dead embers,
resembles the mouth of a railway tunnel, for the smoke has
blackened the wall immediately above. The sooty mantel-
piece is occupied by empty pickle-bottles, two noseless, armless
China statues, a tattered Cookery Book, and a tiny pocket
thermometer, the mercury of which has broken its little bulb
and trickled away in disgust at not being able to register
anything but smoke. The table is covered with a glazed
cloth, the veneer of which having scaled off in many places,
shows the rough canvas beneath. At one end is spread a
white cover, blotched with extensive yellow stains caused by
the spilt coffee of some preceding guest There are two dishes
— an immense piece of corned beef, and a plateful of ham and
^gs. The floor being uneven, you are in continual oscillation
on your seat The cruet-stand, formerly a tripod, has lost a
foot, and now leans over invitingly towards us. The carving-
blade is broad at the tip and curved like a scimitar; the
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common knives, through long sharpening, look like daggers ;
the tarnished, dinted dish-covers are ranged on a side-table
like shields. One feels as if dining in an armoury. A dog
appears on one side, and puts its paws upon the table — a lean
cat stands opposite and claws the cloth ; you sit between a
hungry, rampant coat-of-arms. The pudding is a long, dry
rolly-polly, the jelly of which seems to have lost itself in one of
the numerous convolutions. Obnoxious tea is brought in a
large metal pot about eighteen inches in height. The bread*
too, IS unpalatable, being veined with raw white dough. The
cups have rims a quarter of an inch thick ; while the spoons
are of a very miscellaneous nature, there being an egg spoon, a
salt spoon, a German silver spoon, and a leaden spoon where-
with to stir our tea.
Robert, James, and I are quartered in one bedroom, and
accommodated with what arc called " swagmen*s beds." The
pillows arc stuffed with straw, and wisps tickle our ears. We
sleep under the national tricolour — red, white, and blue — a
rough red-threaded coverlet, a thin blue blanket, and a thinner
white sheet. Another sheet separates us from the barred
trestle beneath, and we feel as if sleeping along a ladder. One
window serves two rooms, the partition coming right in the
middle of it. As the window is open, and a breeze blowing,
wc tr>' to shut it, but find the gentleman next door has propped
it up with the hair-brush. The wall on one side is a wains-
coated partition, and a cataract of rats and mice pours
unceasingly through it. The other is the usual calico screen,
and when we blow out our candle we are startled by seeing, in
gigantic shadow-pantomine, the whole of our neighbour's
nocturnal toilette.
Just as my brothers and I are dozing off, we hear angry voices
in the bar — a crashing of glasses, a scuffling of feet, with female
shrieks for the police. Suddenly the sounds mellow down, and
we know the combatants have been bundled into the open air.
We hurry out and find the space in front of the hotel filled with
a noisy crowd. In the middle stands a short, purple-faced,
inebriated man, with disordered hair and ensanguined nose.
The Man tff the Moon-bi. 6i^
He is mildly denouncing everybody «'ith a general wa\'e of the
hand^ — -" Cowards all of you — I'm only a poor butcher^you're
a lot of curs — I'm from the Moon-bi Range up there — seen
skittles ? — well, knock you all down like skittles — you're a con-
founded pack of — ." "Shut up, will you!" roars another
drunken fellow, bringing his fist down on the butcher's nose.
Purple-face retaliates, but missing his aim, hits another indivi-
dual full in the chest. This Introduces a new combatant, who
in turn becomes embroiled with some one else. There is a
general melee. In the thick of it all is the Moon-bi man, whose
nose is punched by every one consecutively. On the outskirts
of the throng, the landlady tugs at the coat-tails of her husband,
who is mixed up with 'the fight. The stableman excitedly
rushes round with a lantern, and, standing on an inverted
wheel-barrow, throws a glimmer of light upon the scene. For
full five minutes there is continued shouting, kicking, and tear-
ing of hair. Suddenly the crowd opens, and the poor butcher
is projected violently against a wooden fence, frightening a
number of hitched-up horses, who snap their bridles and vanish
into darkness, followed by their half-sobered owners. The
butcher sits for a time scratching his head, and meekly mutter-
ing vengeance ; but eventually, with the assistance of some of
his late foes, picks himself up and staggers into the bar, where
he abruptly falls asleep over a " nobbier" of schiedam. It will
be long ere wc forget our day at this bush-inn, and our mid-
night introduction to the man of the Moon-bi,
At Tamworth, our following stage, some sixty-two miles
south of Armidale, there was great talk about the capture of a
party of bushrangers. They had committed robberies far up in
the interior of Queensland, and had been tracked by mounted
police into the vicinity of Tamworth, where they were
caught after severe resistance. Si.xty miles further south,
at Murrurundi, we reached the Great Northern Railway,
which extends to the port of Newcastle, a distance of 120 miles.
Then we took the train to Singleton, passing on the way
Musclebrook and Scone, two healthy-looking pretty towns.
At the latter there were a large number of gaily dressed ladies
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among the audience, and as they had ridden on horseback from
the country up to the hall-door, it was wonderful how their
toilettes had been preserved.
The weather during this month of October was very pleasant
On our second visit to this district, however, during December,
the heat was intense. The town of Scone fully bore out its
name, for it was baked. The thermometer stood for several
days at 142° in the sun, and i lo"* in the shade. The grass
went into powder beneath your feet — the earth was as dry as
cinders ; grasshoppers were to be seen in myriads on every
meadow and field ; mosquitoes sang loudly everywhere ; and
going to your bed at night you would probably find an enor-
mous tarantula spider, like a small crab, crawling on the look-
ing-glass. The forests of Victoria were ablaze from one end
of the country to the other, and such overpowering heat had
not been known for many years. At Scone we were almost
compelled to keep indoors, and it was there that, seeing a dray-
man standing in the hotel porch, we remarked that the weather
was hot " Hot ! " he rejoined, " I should think it was I every
time a bullock passes me I smells beef-steaks ! "
Maitland, the second city in New South Wales, and the
chief town of this Hunter District, is an extensive place, sub-
stantial and well-built, with the Hunter River flowing close be-
hind it At home Maitland was always associated in my mind
with floods. As we walked about, old flood-marks were
pointed out to us. The flats on each side of the town, and in
fact the whole of the level country in this large Hunter Dis-
trict, owe their unparalleled fertility to the occasional over-
flowing of the river. A pleasant remembrance of Maitland
was our meeting with a family of Highland Kennedys, dis-
tantly related to us.
At this time the district was agitated by Parliamentary
elections. At one place, in consequence of a meeting of miners
in the hall, we could scarcely get the building in time for the
evening's performance. The political crisis affected our
concerts, the majority of the audiences being composed of the
fair sex. At one town, however, where there was a meeting
Deserted by our Driver. 71
the same night as our entertainment, the national minstrelsy
proved stronger than politics, for the member of parliament
broke off his speech, and, accompanied by his constituents,
adjourned to the hall to hear the Songs of Scotland ! Of
course we were warned not to come at this time. Advice of
that kind is never awanting. " Oh, you should have been here
last week — last month — the middle of next week." "If you
could only have been here on the miner's pay-day." "Oh^
there's the church bazaar." " Ah, there's the Methodist soiree."
"All our best families are away just now." "The awful bad
crop's against you." " You've made a great mistake — you've
come when there's no moon !" Despite all these imaginary
odds, we secured large audiences.
From Maitland we took the rail to Newcastle. Like its
namesake, Newcastle flourishes on immense exports of coal.
The hall here was small and perched at the top of a hill so
steep that one night an omnibus, overloaded with the public
coming to the concert, fairly broke down. During our stay
here, my father and brothers indulged in the luxury of sea-
water bathing, in company with a venerable clergyman, in
artificial stone tanks dug out of the solid rocks along the shore.
We came back from Newcastle to Musclebrook, and resumed
our coach and horses, which we had left there while we went
down by rail. Our route now lay across country, along what
was not by any means a high road. We purposed reaching
Gulgong, the latest gold-field of the colony, 124 miles inland,
in five days. We had pleasant travelling to Denman, a small
village fifteen miles from Musclebrook, where we stayed all
night Here Patrick had a quarrel with the innkeeper as to
which of them should clean out the stable. Upon our not
backing him up in his imaginary grievance, he threw up his
engagement with us, and next morning we awoke in time to
see Patrick far in the distance trudging back to Musclebrook,
Kere was a dilemma ! We were left with a coach and horses
on our hands — no other driver was to be had — none of us had
ever driven a team before. But " Tom " our business-agent,
volunteered to drive the coach. We left in the early morning,
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and toiled through the bush till mid-day, when we rested three
hours by the side of a creek. In the afternoon, as we were
ascending a soft sandy hill, the coach stuck. The horses were
not to be budged by any amount of lashing. Tired out though
wc were by a whole day's hard jolting heat, and some miles of
hill climbing, we hauled out the luggage. The horses dragged
the coach across the hill, and edged their way down the slope.
The vehicle gradually began to tilt over, while Tom the driver
sprawled over towards the higher side of the box, and latterly
jumped off unhurt, dragging the reins after him, as the coach
went down with a loud crash. We prised the coach round, so
that wc couid lift it into position down hill, and within five
minutes it was on its wheels.
Daylight had vanished long ere wc had arrived at Merriwa,
but the horses seemed to fee! their way instinctively. As I was
riding aliead, I threw over my back a broad white handkerchief,
as a faint guide to the driver. Wc kept up a series of whistles
and shouts as a link between us — one of our cries being
" Coo-oo-OD-tr ! a bush-call borrowed from the aboriginals. As
we drove into the township the folks came out, astonished at
this untimely appearance of a coach, and the road was bright
with the light that shone through the open doors. The
day following wc reached Cassilis, where we remained over-
night. Then off wc went again, arriving at a rough wayside
inn. The house lay on one side of a creek, and the gully was
crossed by a most dangerous bridge. " Bridge " one could
hardly cal! it, for it was a mere layer or raft of branches thrown
loosely across, and filled in with twigs. It was narrow, too,
and reached by a sharp descent, so that there was great danger.
As tiie coach jolted over it, the ends of the .saplings came flying
up one after the other, like the hammers of a piano in a brilliant
chromatic scale.
On the fifth day wc made an early start, and arrived about
eight o'clock at a creek, where we made an excellent breakfast.
About two o'clock we reached Gulgong, a bustling, enterprising
place. We sang in what was grandiloquently known as "The
Prince of Wales' Opera House," a hall seated for 800 persons.
"Billy" Bolts. 73
On Sunday we attended the Presbyterian Church. The clei^y-
man was a young man who had recently given up the jewellery
business, and had not even become a divinity student ; while
his wife played the harmonium. The congregation was of the
smallest, and apparently did not embrace any of the mining
clsss.
We were five days here, and then left for Mudgee, a stage of
eighteen miles. On the way, there occurred the most serious
accident wc had in all our travels. My father and mother were
driving quietly along in the buggy. There was a hot sun, and
the horse " Billy " was not at all in a good humour. To waken
him up a little, my father gave him a touch of the whip. In a
moment " Billy " threw up his hind legs ; one of them got
jammed behind the swingle-bars, and away he wildly bolted
on three legs. As on most bush-roads, stumps were plentiful,
and " Billy " darted over one of these ; but the front axle came
with terrible force upon the stump. My father, thrown out by
the shock, fortunately fell on his hands, and escaped unhurt
My mother was shot out violently against a fallen tree, her
face striking full upon the rugged trunk. The harness gave
way at once, and "Billy" rolled into a trenchjust large enough
to hold him tight He lay helpless on his back, with all his
hoofs elevated safely in the air — a providential occurrence.
My mother was picked up insensible, her face covered with
blood. We laid her at the foot of a tree, where there was
some little shade from the burning sun. After her face had
been bathed with water, which we brought from a creek, she
opened her eyes and spoke. Two of us galloped back some
miles to get vinegar and brandy, while the rest repaired the
damage done to the buggy. The shafts had to be bound up
with splints — the swingle-bars held together with rope — the
harness mended with twine. By the time we were readj' to
start, my mother had somewhat recovered. When we arrived
at Mudgee, we called in a doctor, and a few days afterwards
our patient was off the sick list Sad to relate, a few days
afterwards the doctor was drowned while fording a swollen
creek not far from the scene of our accident
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We had a standing line in our programmes : "Ladies and
gentlemen arriving late vill kindly oblige by remaining in the
lobby till the conclusion of a song !" To suit all the strange
places we sang in, this should have been altered to " kindly
oblige by remaining on the stair," " kindly oblige by remaining
in the bar," "kindly oblige by remaining in the vestry," "kindly
oblige by remaining in the jury-room," "kindly oblige by
remaining in the open air;" and so on. The regulation was the
cause of some trouble in Mudgee. One evening, during the
third song on the programme, a gentleman demanded admit-
tance. The doorkeeper politely requested him to remain out-
side, but he tried to force his way in, his hat coming off in the
attempt His friends immediately magnified this into an
, assault by our doorkeeper, who had all the time remained on
the defensive. When the song had concluded, the indignant
gentleman called out the whole of his party, twelve in number,
who had gone in before the concert commenced. Their money
was returned to them, and they left the hall. Those of the
audience near the door were astonished — " Do you know who
that is ? — that's Mr. , the bluest bug we have ! " Next
day, a gentleman called on us in a friendly way, deploring the
occurrence, and offering to carry an apology from us to Mr.
, so as to stop any legal action ! Of course we declined
the offer, for we knew from the testimony of bystanders that
our doorkeeper had not gone beyond his instructions. That
evening a brass band planted itself under the window nearest
the platform, and played loudly all through the concert. We
offered them a large sum to move on, but they told us candidly
they " were paid more money than that to come there ! " The
incident caused some stir in the community. The papers unani-
mously sided with us, one journal in a neighbouring town de-
voting two columns to a humorous discussion of the matter.
As a rule, the public took favourably to this r^ulation. Some-
times two or three young ladies, on being kept out, would tee-
hee, and say to each other, " It's just like being at church ! " —
sometimes a man would growl, " Is this a prayer-meeting ? "
— sometimes a late arrival would turn angriiy on his heel, go
Parting with " l/no." 75
away, and, frequently, changing his mind, return in the middle
of a crowd with the air of having Just arrived ! But, as a
general thing, our audience thanked us for the quietness that
prevailed during the singing of a song.
On our bills we had also the more common rule : " Children
in arms not admitted." It was amusing to notice the way this
■was evaded. Very often the fond mother would place her
infant against the wall, saying, "Ye see the puir thing can
stand 1 " and again it was no uncommon thing to see a father
and mother dragging a suckling between them, almost dislocat-
ing its arms, till they got it past the door. In large towns this
rule acted well enough ; but in the wide-settled country dis-
tricts, where our concerts were advertised as much by rumour
as by bills, people in ignorance of the " stem law " came long
distances with children in arms. Then it was that our mater-
familtas had a pleasant duty to perform ; for my mother, taking
compassion on her country-women anxious to hear a " Scotch
sang," looked after their babes in an adjoining room during
the concert Very often she had three or four of these valuable
charges at once, the mothers coming out during the " Interval
of Ten Minutes " to give them their natural nourishment
We had a toilsome journey from Mudgee to Hill End, and
another from there to Bathurst, where we joined the railwa)',
and ended for the time our bush travelling. We had to sell off
our coach and huggy and seven horses, to whom we had got
attached during our long and sometimes perilous journeys to-
gether; and worse still, we had to part with our old companion
and self-constituted guardian, " Uno," who had done many a
weary day's trotting to and fro in pursuance of his chosen
avocation.
Sinking- Round tke World.
CHAPTER V.
A Trip through Tasmaoii — Hobart Town — Launcestoo.
Towards the end of December we sailed from Sydney to
Hobart, Tasmania — a three days' passage. Sighting the shores
of Tasmania, we passed a grand line of basaltic cliffs washed
into quaint pillars by the sea, and in a short time reached
Hobart Bright green hills, squared into orchards and fields,
and gardens filled with flowers, stretched up on either hand —
the city appearing in front of us, surrounded by delicately-
swelling ground, and backed by the massive proportions of
Mount Wellington, 4166 feet high. On arriving at the wharf
we encountered quite a plague of flies, or rather fly-drivers,
and were conveyed to the hotel in a kind of two-wheeled
omnibus.
Tasmania boasts two cities — Launceston in the extreme
north, and Hobart in the extreme south. There are really no
other towns, the rest of the island lying between these two
points being studded by a number of pleasant villages, Hobart
is the capital — an old, substantial city, with a population of
20,000, and prettily situated on the Derwent It possesses an
excellent town hall, fine churches, several jam- factories, a large
orphan asylum, and two benevolent institutions, the last-named
sheltering between them five hundred old men. The number
of old men to be seen in Hobart and throughout the island 15
extraordinary.
The temperature of the island is mild, and aflTords a strong
contrast to the Victorian when he crosses Bass's Straits. The
Melbourne man goes to Tasmania as an Edinburgh or Gla^ow
man takes his family down the Clyde, or as the whites on the
plains of India fly in the hot season to the Hills. When we
landed in Hobart, the weather was cloudy and the air so sharp
Hobart Town. yy
that we required a fire in our sitting-room — an agreeable change
from the sultry skies of New South Wales. A few days later
it became veiy warm, one of the papers announcing the tem-
perature to be 90* in the shade. " It's a downright shame to
put that in print," said an irate Hobartonian ; " it gives the
colony such a bad name, and none of the Victorians will come
over if they fancy it's so hot as that here !"
We lived at a very well-conducted hotel, immediately opposite
an Episcopal church. On Christmas Day we interested our-
selves in watching the people assembling for morning service,
and were astonished to find the great preponderance of the fair
sex. I think they stood in the proportion of five to one. In
fact, it is only at certain seasons that balls or fashionable
assemblies can be held, gentlemen being usually so scarce.
The reason for this sparseness is, that whenever a youth
grows up he departs for Melbourne to better his prospects. As
if to make up for this exodus, however, a young man every
now and then comes over from Victoria and bears away a
Tasmanian girl as his bride.
Society in Hobart is highly respectable. An old man cross-
ing the street may be pointed out to you as a " lifer," but you
remember that in the olden time people were transported for
trivial offences, or crimes for which the mind has not a great
natural repulsion. Many convicts have been sent out for poach-
ing, mutiny, and the like. As regards the numerous well-to-do
convicts who have risen to be shopkeepers, or hotel-owners, or
who fill perhaps the higher offices connected with a town, you
are in great measure left to guess who they are, if your curiosity
by any chance should ever rise to such a pitch.
The people of Hobart are in a marked degree homely and
hospitable. It was more than once our happy privilege to
meet an excellent lady, the granddaughter of Neil Gow, and
daughter of Nathaniel Gow, the composer of " Caller Herrin*."
We enjoyed the kindly hospitality of herself and her pleasant
foniily. They were very musical. The good lady is a talented
teacher of music, and her two sons are organists in the city.
At her bouse we spent Christmas Eve and the last night of the
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year. One or two hours of music and conversation were
succeeded, in each case, by a banquet fit for the gods, and sup-
plemented with strawberries and cream better than any straw-
berries and cream we ever hope to taste agaia Tasmania is
the garden of Australia — all the British fruits growing here in
great luxuriance. At the hotel, jam was in constant supply
and demand. This city is famous for its preserves, and the
jam-cans of Hobart are to be seen in all parts of the colonies.
Had this been an American town, it would long ago have been
called Jamborough or Jellyville. During Christmas time the
shops were decked with shrubbery, fruit and flowers, and
everybody seemed bent on enjoying themselves. New Year's
day was celebrated with races at a place a little way out in the
country. One of the racehorses was said to have run more
than uncommonly well. In the morning the poor beast con-
veyed a load of spectators to the course and in the evening
took them back again.
Hobart is 120 miles from Launceston, and an excellent road
runs north and south through the island connecting these two
towns. This important highway, unsurpassed by any other in
the colonies, was made entirely by convict labour. We drove
through Tasmania in a hired coach. First we went to New
Norfolk, a delightful journey of twenty-one miles. The road
was like an English highway, with long lanes of high hedges,
through breaks in which appeared flourishing hop-fields like
those in Kent. The landlord of the New Norfolk hotel, an
elderly man, who seemed to have " roughed it " in a jolly way
through life, proved a really good souL He was pressing for
us to have a drink and a talk with him. This veteran host
had been actually fifty-two years in Tasmania He was the
oldest inhabitant ; everybody knew him, and he knew most
other people. He detailed some experience of the early days.
In former times, it would seem convicts were nothing else than
slaves ; or, which was the same thing, were let out as servants
to the settlers. Some of these, however, acted well towards
the convicts, and very often one of the latter, on getting a
ticket-of-leave, preferred staying by his master. Other em-
Convict Life in Olden Days. yg
ployers, again, and those who had once been convicts them-
selves, were very cruel to their men, giving them on the
slightest provocation a note to the magistrate saying, — " Please
give bearer twenty-five lashes and return him." Now and
again this missive was never delivered, the wretched convict
escaping to the hills, where he had the alternative either of
death 1:^ starvation, or a return to a twofold worse slavery than
before. True, there was another resource open to the more
daring spirits. They became bushrangers, robbed travellers,
lived on occasional provisions sent them by sympathizing vil-
lagers, or those who desired immunity from plunder, and alto-
gether led a short, restless, unhappy sort of life. In this way
our genial New Norfolk landlord gossipped of "auld langsyne"
in Tasmania
Our next stage was Hamilton. The hall here was a bam,
deemed by many of the villagers to be insecure, but sufficiently
tested that night Under the barn one could hear horses
champing and stamping and grooms swearing, but the concert
was not greatly interrupted. Fortunately we carried with us a
roll of carpet and a table cover, and with these we made an
impromptu platform look decent
From Hamilton we went to Bothwell. We had scarcely
been ten minutes in the village when the secretary of the local
cricket club invited my brothers and myself to join in the usual
Saturday afternoon game. The sport took place in one of the
numerous paddocks about the place. The club consisted prin-
cipally of the trades folks ; also several persons who, from their
bare black arms and hands, had apparently just left off work in
a blacksmith's shop ; and last, not least the rector of the vil-
l^e, who was as off hand and jolly as any other member of
the team.
We had another game at cricket, a few days later at a home-
stead called " The Grange," where we spent the day with some
acquaintances. There were other visitors, and after dinner we
joined them in the game, which was played both by ladies and
gentlemen, though the fair sex while doing their " fielding,"
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showed a strong disposition to sit leather in a clump under
shadow of parasols.
We met here two young men, the sons of Gla^ow
merchants, who were doing the tour of the colonies, partly for
business, partly for pleasure, and partly on account of delicate
health. We were constantly meeting them in our travels.
We parted first in Melbourne, then saw them a short time
afterwards in Sydney, where we again took a last good-bye ;
then bade them adieu once more in Tasmania ; another fare-
well to them in Melbourne ; then met them when we arrived
in Scotland. They were fine fellows, and something above the
average young men we met in the colonies. The young man
in a new country, far from the old centres of civilisation, is to
be pitied. There is an absence of that immediate bustle, life,
and discussion of important events or great questions which
press in upon one at home, like a strong atmosphere, at so
much per square inch. Out here, of course, there are numer-
ous libraries and reading rooms, but there is none of that glori-
ous national history which makes a person proud of his coun-
try. The colonial youth, I have no doubt, feels some Interest
in the land where he was born aud brought up ; but as the his-
tory of the colonies is as yet only that of material prosperit}-,
the young man must of necessity be greatly material in his
views. In Melbourne we met a young man from Launceston,
who was an unfair sample of the rising Tasmanian, though one
of a large class in the colonies — persons who are lacking in a
strong moral sense — who will detail an arrant swindle on some
one's part, and then, with open admiration, dilate on the fel-
low's success. This Launcestonian was scarcely a worshipper
of fraud, but he had an undisguised r^ard for what he called
" smartness."
One day we drove up to a wayside inn, round the door of
which had gathered a group of men. They were chafRng an
elderly, rough-dressed fellow, evidently an " old hand."
"Bi", how's yer little farm? That pays ye .better than yer
old trade, eh ? "
"Come, now," retorted the old man, " my other biz was pro-
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fitable enough — many's the handkerchief I nipped up, as neat
as any man as ever lived ; but my fingers is stifif now to what
they was in the good old days — see, they'll hardly curl up any-
how ; but I'll stick a bullock with any man here !"
" Now, you chaps," remarked one man, " do you know that
Bill here was once in the bushranging trade, him an' a batch of
other fellows, and when the police got after them one day, they
all ran away, 'ceptin' Bill here — he threw up his hands an' pre-
tended he'd been robbed by the other coves- — sharp practice,
eh? Didn't he get sweet things said about him by the autho-
ties, too ! an' you was the worst o' the gang, wasn't you, Bill ?,"
" Of course I was ; but I'll stick a bullock with any man
here!"
This old convict evidently had his tongue loosened a little by
" nobblers." As a common thing, individuals may confess they
have been " sent out," but it is always a most trivial affair they
have been guilty of. Something or other has been "lying
around loose." A man once remarked that he had only been
" throwing a bit of lead about," which, however, turned out to
be a case of pistol-shooting I
In driving across Tasmania, we found the country very
beautiful, but our spirits felt oppressed by the want of human
life and industry, the absence of rural pursuits at times robbing
the landscape of one of its principal charms. The pace of our
team, too, was not quick enough to impart life, and the driver
was stolid to all our hints. When we remarked that the axles
were getting hot, he said that the wheels had been fresh oiled
in the morning ; on our being solicitous that perhaps the harness
might break, he eased our minds by telling us he hdd plenty
more ; and when we praised the extraordinary " reserve of
power" there was in the horses, he was mightily pleased.
Life in these townships must be dull ; an old lady there told
us, " It was vegetating, not living." At another township a
stranger one day came into our sitting-room. The landlady
whispered to us that this was a man " dying for society." He
was rich, she said, but money could not buy company. So we
tried to banish his ennui by talking to him, though his loftiness
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of manner was not very attractive. He said he had been bom
in Tasmania, but bis father had come out to this colony fifty-
two years ago, implying by this, as well as by other remarks,
that his ancestry was irreproachable. The hotel was pretty
comfortable, though it did not boast of " high living," the bed-
rooms scarcely allowing a person to stand upright Our hair
turned white in a single night, not from " sudden fear," but from
whitewash off the ceiling.
Launceston is a fine city, and not behind the southern metro-
polis in the size or elegance of its buildings. It is situated on
the River Tamar, which here is seen flowing in many windii^
towards the sea through level country widely bounded by
moderately high hills. On Saturday night we strolled through
the town in moonlight, and happened to meet a tall, brawny,
Border man, who had been a great many years "out," and had
lost not the slightest inflection of his vigorous accent He
voluntarily confessed to having had two " laggings," but per-
haps he was testing our credulity. However, he might at one
time have been a poacher — indeed, he hinted to us something
about his great delight at home being the shooting of game;
He was a big, stalwart " dare-deevil " — a man fit at any time
for a night struggle with a gamekeeper. But it may have
been all our imagination.
We saw the last of Tasmania in magnificent weather. The
sail from Launceston down the Tamar — beneath a warm,
lovely sky, with the river sleeping under a soft haze, and re-
flecting on its unruffled surface every tree, bush, and rock upon
its banks — will long be remembered. In Tasmania the delight
of river And lake and sea is nearly always present We were
transported, not to, but witk the charming little island. No
one with the name "Van Diemen's Land" sounding to his
ears can have any idea of the beauty, the quiet air of respecta-
bility that now pervades regenerated " Tasmania."
South Australia,
CHAPTER VI.
South AtutialU— Adelaide— A Feut of Gnpes— A Plague of Mosquitoei— The
CoDDtiy Townl.
Adelaide, the capital of South Australia, is 480 miles by sea
from Melbourne. A substitute captain was in charge of the
steamer in which we travelled, the regular skipper being down
with the measles, a complaint then very prevalent in Mel-
bourne and Ballarat One of the passengers was a gentleman
with florid face and light side whiskers. He grew exceedingly
confidential after a while — told us he was the son of a
prominent English lord, and knew all the members of the
aristocracy. He thought that he might — ^yes, he was certain
he would — be missed in the drawing-rooms of England, for he
was very intimate with the Prince of Wales, and often took a
chop with him. But he preferred a roving kind of life, and
was travelling to amuse himself. He had just come down from
Queensland, where he had been shooting fowl, but (confounded
nuisance 1) his man-servant had recently left him to get
married, and that put an end to all his duck-hunting. Another
passenger was a silver-haired, talkative, blas4 " world-tourist"
** I'm now on my usual annual tour," said he. " My town
house is in Belgravia, London, where I've got ferns from all
the mountains on the globe. The Himalayas are my principal
rendezvous, and I occasionally spend a day or two in the Vale
of Cashmere Then there are Burmah, China, Japan, and
Russia — all favourite touring grounds of mine. I've been all
round Qreece and Italy, too. I recruit myself sometimes on
the shores of the Mediterranean, and, in fact, you may say I've
done the Seven Churches of Asia I"
Adelaide has a population of 30,000. Its streets are wide
and clean, and run at right angles like a gridiron. The post-
office, town-hall, and one or two other buildings have elegant
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towers — several have graceful Corinthian facades. The city
stands on flat ground, and is backed at a distance of four or
five miles by a fine mountain range. There are excellent pub-
lic gardens and reserves ; the Botanical Gardens are a favourite
walk of the citizens on Sunday afternoons. Here, in addition
to trees and plants of every kind, are monkeys, emus, Brahmin
bulls, eagles, and some of the camels used in the explorations
to the interior of Australia. Adelaide may be described as a
snug, comfortable city. There is no poor quarter to speak of,
and no poverty visible in the streets. The people seem well-
off, intelligent, and not altogether swallowed up in their stores
and offices ; the oar occasionally rests in the stream. There
are a great many Germans in Adelaide, and here is published
the only German newspaper in the Colonies, which journal,
by the way, gave a flattering notice of our concerts. There
are one or two villages up country composed entirely of the
Teutonic element
Being the month of February, the weather was very hot.
Our life during this season was as follows. Awaking in the
morning from a not very refreshing night's rest, we took
breakfast with what little appetite we had. Then walking
slowly down the hot street, the white glare of which was very
hurtful to the eyes, and explained why so many ladies wore
coloured spectacles, my father, brothers, and I visited the
city baths, where we had an enjoyable dip. Somewhat cooled
down, we proceeded to the free public reading-room, where
you find the principal newspapers and magazines of Great
Britain. Then we returned to the hotel, where a feast of
grapes was at once laid out We bought them from an Irish-
man across the way who kept a little grocery shop, and who
made a practice every evening of leaning against his door-post
and playing reel-tunes on a tin whistle, with what he thought
an admirable imitation of the bagpipes. Grapes in Adelaide
are sold at the ludicrously low price of three-farthings a pound.
You can get them for eight shillings a hundredweight, very
of):en for £^ a ton. The market price scarcely covers the
of pulling them. Our sitting-room frequently looked
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like some Roman banqueting-hall. Every now and again one
of us would come in, like a Bacchus, with an armful of bunches
of fat purple grapes, and one of my sisters, like the goddess
Pomona, with apples and pears. We had a centre-dish on the
table constantly running over with grapes. One of my
brothers would make a large purchase, and shortly afterwards
another would come in joyfully with seven or eight pounds
more. Then a friend would call in and say the fruiterer had
not served us at all well, which meant that in the course of
the day a boy would call and deliver a latge box of grapes,
"with Mr. 's comphments." One family, with whom we
became ver>- intimate, lamented they could not present us
with some fruit from their own vines, as one night their horse
had broken loose in the backyard and devoured all the best
bunches.
Long unquiet hours we spent at night lying awake and
slapping at the mosquitoes, which here were more than
commonly exasperating. The mosquito has a speckled body,
long legs, and sharp, hollow proboscis. He settles, say, on
your hand, and you watch him giving his tube a few flourishes
at the start, like a carver's knife over a desirable roast ; then
you feel' a slight sting, and know he has " struck ile." Down
down; you see his sucker going, the mosquito gradually getting
on tiptoe, till he almost stands on his head. Then a " thin red
line " is seen forming on his body, which swells till you fancy
the insect is going to burst, when off he flies to roost on the
bed-curtain or the wall. When you lay your head down to
rest the mosquitoes sing about your ears in duet, trio, and
chorus. Ping-ng-ng! Whack! you hit yourself a loud slap
on the cheek. Ha ! the monstef is joined by another with a
voice as sharp and incisive as the point of a needle. Ping-ng-
ng ! Whack 1 You miss him, for he snarls at you and flies
back with increased vehemence. And so on — on — on for a
whole night, till you never get a wink of sleep. By daylight
you count the bites on your hands, wrists, and face — or
perhaps ankle, if it has unfortunately protruded during the
night A friend presented us with a vial containing a
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vegetable extract which would not only banish the mosquitoes,
but at the same time drive them mad. It almost drove us
mad ! It was the vilest-smelling compound that ever was
uncorked ; the only fault it had as a mosquito-dispeller was
that we preferred the mosquitoes.
We travelled for a month through the country districts,
visiting sixteen- towns. Our journeys were, of course, accom-
plished by coach, for the railway communication only included
two suburban lines, and a line running something over a hundred
miles north as far as the Burra Burra copper-mines. Most of
the country is taken up with wheat-growing, Adelaide being the
greatest centre of grain export in the Australias. Gawler is
the principal inland town, and lies in the midst of a farming
district Strathalbyn is the most beautifully situated of the
agricultural townships. Tanunda, which we passed through, is
one of the German villages, and there we aired our stock of
" Deutsch " phrases. Angaston was an exceedingly clean and
pretty place, noteworthy for its grapes. South Australia, in
addition to wheat, is famous for its wines, which are growing into
favour year by year, and are said to be little inferior to those
of Europe.
Copper is another great source of wealth to South Australia.
At Burra Burra, Kadina, Port Wallaroo, and Moonta — the
latter with a large population of Cornish miners — we saw the
townships surrounded and intersected by ungainly wooden
sheds, fuming chimneys, poppet-heads, and large hills of green
ore, which latter gave a queer look to the scene. Kadina is
situated on a plain. As we entered the town, an entire school
turned out and gave us a vociferous " Hurrah !" We afterwards
heard from the master, who was at one time a tutor of Helen
and James, that he had aided and abetted the salute ! Port
Wallaroo lies on an arm of the sea, and the ore is shipped in
vessels to Adelaide. The weather was fearfully stormy while
we were here. It was strange to see, in the dusk of evening,
the wild dark sky, the trailing smoke from the smelting furnaces,
the glare of the fires reflected from the clouds, and hear the
lash of the rain alternating with the roar of the sea. This port.
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as well as Mbonta, is situated on what ts known as the Pen-
insula, a most wretched tract of country. There is nothing to
be seen but dingy scrub — not a blade of green grass to refresh
the weary eye. At most places, indeed, there is not even scrub,
nothing but bare earth, and the prospect is unspeakably dreary.
We asked some Wallaroo friends if they did not feel dull, but
they answered — " Not a bit We have croquet to amuse us in
fine weather. There's pic-nics besides, so we're never lonely."
After that, we could believe in lawn tennis on the Desert of
Sahara. The Peninsula is indeed a dry, barren wilderness. On
the way from Wallaroo to Moonta we passed a public-house
that advertised " Water for Sale," and all along the road we
noticed tanks dug in the ground to catch the rain-water. We
arrived in Moonta during a blinding down-pour. " It was the
same last night," said a townsman — " hc^sheads of water lost I
the rain just.pouring to waste down the streets !" From Moonta
we returned to Adelaide in one day, a distance of 1 1 2 miles,
arriving that night at eleven o'clock, after a toilsome ride of
seventeen hours.
On the whole South Australia is an unpicturesque country
— ^perhaps the least striking, in regard to scenery, of any of the
colonies. In saying this, we do not forget a most pleasant day
we spent with one or two friends at a pic-nic in Waterfall
Gully, a few miles from Adelaide — a cool, sylvan glen watered
hy a sparkling rivulet, that fell trickling over a high green wall
of rock. We also thought this colony boasted rather hot wea-
ther; but we did not experience the winter, which is said to be
very enjoyable. South Australia, despite what may be consid-
ered its trying climate, will assuredly flourish on its great na-
tural resources. With its wheat, wine, and copper, it will hold
its own against any of the sister colonies.
CHAPTER VII.
Voyage to New Zealand— Dunedin— The Water of Leith— A Toot Ihrongh Otago
—A Concert in a Bam— The Highlands of Otago.
Australia and New Zealand ! The two coloniep link them-
selves together in one's mind, yet they are separated by a wide
ocean. Melbourne is I4CX3 miles from Dunedin ; Sydney,
1500 miles from Auckland, the passage at this time occupying
six days.
We sailed to Dunedin in the "Albion " one Saturday after-
noon. Gradually we steamed out into the Port Philip Bay,
past the steamer " Gothenburg," which was arriving from the
Port Danvin Gold Fields in the far north of Australia, its fore-
deck, poop, and bulwarks densely thronged with returning
European and Chinese diggers.
Next day (Sunday), a good sermon was delivered by &
Presbyterian clergyman from Brisbane. The day was kept in
an orderly manner, but during the afternoon some one was
heard enthusiastically whistling sprightly melodies behind the
deckhouse. "Impossible!" Cane in hand, with indignation
in his looks, a zealous Sabbatarian strode round and — knocked
his head against the cage of a whistling magpie !
The passage was rough, but not wearisome. Some of the
passengers played rope-quoits, others shot albatrosses — the
noble white bird, with its great wide wings, wallowing mortally
wounded on the crests of the waves far behind. The captain
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was genial ; one of the mates was musical, and seemed to
know as much of the Reverend Mr. Cunvcn as of Captain
Maury. He was always humming over some tune or other —
ordering the sailors to trim the yards with a do-re-mi-fa-sol !
telling the helmsman to keep a straight wake with a fol-de-
riddle-i-do ! and taking his observations of the sun at mid-day
with the full consciousness of knowing both the solar and the
5ol-fa systems.
Thursday morning at last, and the passengers gladdened by
a grand view of the south-western shores of New Zealand.
Lofty, sharp-pointed peaks towered away inland, their snow-
clad summits blending with the sunny clouds that floated
round them.
Soon there rose ahead a high, tiare promontory — the Bluff!
rounding which, we came into a spacious, wcU-protectcd har-
bour. The steamer lay at the wharf all night Suddenly
there \vas a cry of " Fire ! fire ! the ' Wanganui ' is on fire ! "
The bells of both vessels rang continuously. The bowsprit of
our steamer overhung the stern of the other vessel, and our
sailors, in dread of sparks, set the pumps agoing and slushed
the forecastle with water. One man excitedly tried to throw
off one of the hawsers that held the "Albion" to the wharf,
shouting at last for an axe to cut the rope through. The
captain, pushing him away, darted on board the " Wanganui,"
and was drenched head to foot with an unlucky pail of water.
Sailors of both steamers were there — a noisy, jostling crowd.
Two women, just awakened, their faces white with fear, each
with a child in her arms, were hastily handed.over the side of
the vessel, " Hah ! there were five children ! " exclaimed one
of the females, catching her breath, and counting the four
youngsters which the sailors had gathered together — "There
were five ; there's one amissing !" and she was in great distress
till the little one, lost amid a multiplicity of deliverers, had
been recovered. Buckets of water were swiftly 'passed on deck
by a long line of bystanders. In an instant there flared up,
higher than the funnel, a great red plume of flame, which
flaunted amidst the smoke — then suddenly flickered and
*■ fisflf<: ' v^-. li* in ^a^ieise exjct:^ rand>- When im-
r^i''^— j'.g-.^T- -r^s =T£r ^x pasfc^BS bc£,3::c tbcssei-ves ta
bttL
We jefr ta die aiierT»:c cf nei; ds;.-, die rraaiiorr of the
v>::rT!e;." besag aJccg £ b:<jd are cTp ftocs coast thst diaoe ont
gTiECly !n tie setun^ sr_ Here aad liene wete TTnnims e
vxi.bre ^^ve*. wri~e dirk sdes were lapped hy ibe heavy rise
ary: fall c-i ihe sea. The ~ X.bnua '" was ia>3cec ai Port
Cial:r:5r; r.txr — o— .:r.g ^\'hai? nere ire in SccAland?
Ev«r.' per*'j3 ^c stcre naj talkie^ Sajtcfc, Tbeic were many
ttlli for " I :^i:,'' cii^^erciia eDquirles for "Sar^dy." The high
jzi'j-^r.'^r.- locking fr. the ha7bo'.ir ■a-ere cedCE-d^y ScoTiish in
cKu'acteT, and had ihe fresh ^reecnesa, the bright *ook of home-
u^zAtj- scerer.-. Eveijthir.g was redolent of ScMland. The
waves Manned to Hpp!e taiian. the wind to coaa with a Scotch
^'^jtrA. - A!; in for D'-nec:x' cried the rai'wsy guard. The
trf'n piur.ged thro'^gh the short ttnnel piercing the hHI upoa
^vr,i',h Port ChaliECTS is perched, and was rattling up to the
'.4;-:ta:, '..!.\- some nine mile: distant.
Through the Heads of P..'n Chalnier; — part of the irregular
bh'^e: of v,hich harbour we were now outlining in a railway
train — there sailed in 1S4S the nrst body of the Otago settlers.
An association of 'ay members of the Free Church, and
oopcrating with the powerful New Zealand Land Company,
had bought from the Maoris the Otago Blocl; of 400,000 acres.
This was the first of the so-ca:ied "■ class settlements,"*
Canterbury being founded shortly afteiwards under the u~ing
of the Church of England. Both settlements, however, ha\-«
failed in carrj'ing out their original plan of denominational
exclusivencss, which is not to be regretted. The new-
community quietly progressed, til! in 1S61 gold was found at
Gabriers Gully. From that time Otago has advanced rapidly
to a first place among the nine provinces that compose New
Zealand.
The railway from Foit Chalmers to the capital followed the
windings of the harbour. We discovered fine scenei^- one
moment, and lost it the next, till at length a hill-spur, like a
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great green veil, drew off from the city and revealed it rising
in an amphitheatre at the head of the harbour, with a picturesque
lofty background of biish-crowned heights. The town seemed
a great wave of streets washed up against the hills, with houses
dispersed like spray among the wooded hollows all round.
The hour being still early, Dunedin was not yet awake. The
shop shutters were up — the business-eye had not yet opened.
Through the quiet streets, that seemed as silent as if daylight
had suddenly been let on at midnight, we made our way to a
quiet temperance hotel. We had breakfast in a high-roofed,
brge-windowed, warm-papered parlour. A dazzling white
table-cover, radiant knives and spoons, rich creamy tea, thin
crimp toast, delicious fresh butter, hissing ham and eggs, soon
put us in the best of humour after shipboard discomforts.
This hotel was a few steps from Princes Street, the principal
thoroughfare, named after the beautiful boulevard of Edinburgh.
Many of the names on the signs were Scotch. Scotch names
bristle in the " Dunedin Directory " — of Macs alone there are
two hundred, to say nothing of the Mrs. Macs and the Macs
Junior. Shopmen, shop girls, clerks, and labourers were hurrj'-
ing along the pavements. The faces we saw, bore the true
Caledonian impress. The "honest men and bonnie lassies" we
met at every step might have been transplanted from home but
yesterday, so well had climate and colonial life dealt with them.
The streets of Dunedin are named after the streets of Edin-
burgh, but with confused topography to one acquainted with
the Modern Athens. We were struck with the manner in which
Dunedin has corroded its way into the hills. Ziz-zaggy paths
tack up to the ridges of the slopes — deep cuttings run back
from the main streets, and steep thoroughfares rise to the
heights above — the houses seeming to .start simultaneously on
a race to the higher ground, gradually to straggle, lose breath,
and sift into mansions and cottages, till near the summit the
goal is won by a number of handsome villas. At different
places cuttings are vigorously going on, and the earth removed
frcmi these is conveyed down to the harbour, where it is thrown
ID for the reclamation of Many acres have thus been
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reclaimed from the sea, and houses are now built where the
the tide once ebbed and flowed.
On Sundays the church-goers of Dunedin form a well-
dressed, most respectable crowd. There are no straw hats, no
"pu^arees" or hat scarfs, no sun-shades, no dust-coats, no
secular tweed, as you sometimes see in Melbourne. Most of
the men seem deacons or elders, dressed as they are in the
blackest of broadcloth and the glossiest of glossy high hats.
The New First Church or Grand Presbyterian Cathedral, with
its lofty spire and elegant proportions, is the chief building of
Dunedin. The foundation-stone was laid by the late Dr.
Bums, the pioneer of the Presbyterian Church in Otago, and a
nephew of Robert Burns the poet. The church was opened by
Dr. Begg, in the presence of iocx> persons, upon his visit to
New Zealand. We found the interior of the church to be
spacious. The collection is taken up at the door, as in the old
country. In Scotland, the average offerings are copper-
coloured ; here they are silver, which is mainly accounted for
by the difference in money value. A person here puts in six-
pence as he might put in a penny at home — a threepenny bit
as he might a halfpenny. This may not be the exact relative
value of the coins, but it is as far as church-collections go. In
the heart of the town stands the University, a clock-towered,
Grecian building, having in connection with it a considerable
museum. Here, enclosed in glass cases, are specimens of moss
and grass from the principal mountains of Scotland, and on a
mantelpiece, in a gilt frame, a lock of Burns' hair, modicum of
a larger lock owned by Jean Armour.
One day we were invited to a pic-nic up the Water of Leith,
the water supply of Dunedin. The party was headed by one
of the leading botanists, who did not air Latin phrases more
than was agreeable to ignoramuses. We arrived at what bore
some resemblance to Hawthomden, near Edinburgh. The
path through the glen was knotty with concealed roots of
trees, and wound about through ferns and creepera Prickly
bushes called " lawyers," or " stop-a-bit creepers," seemed in
league to tear the clothes off our backs. On coming to the
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clear running burnie, the ladies laid down their parasols,
removed their bonnets, and otherwise made ready for an awk-
ward journey. Overhead, about four feet from the water, was
a thin covering of broad-ironded ferns, through which the sun
shone with a softened light We were in a long leafy tunnel.
Once we came upon an abrupt rise, and each had to climb up
as best he or she could. A little dc^ flung itself repeatedly at
the dripping rock, but fell at last into the water, and howled
lamentably, till one of us brought it like a wet sponge to the
upper ground. Another time, we came to a huge interposing
smooth tree-trunk, up which steps had to be hacked with the
axe our leader carried in his belt Stumbling, jumping,
swinging by overarching limbs of trees — crawling under damp,
bearded logs, we reached level ground, and there before us was
the waterfall. It was forty feet high, and had been discovered
by our friend the botanist only three years before. The com-
pany picturesquely grouped themselves on the rocks. Sundry
bottles appeared from coat-tails ; biscuits, buns, and short-
bread were handed round. Some drank diluted gooseberry
wine, others the water that ran past on every side. Finally,
" Ye banks and braes " was sung by the whole of us, standing,
and then we made our way back. When we arrived in Princes
Street, it was dusk, which was lucky, considering our worn
looks, fatigued walk, wet boots, and the amount of moss and
mud still hanging to our clothes.
As regards matters social, political, and religious, Dunedin
lives in a very turbulent atmosphere. There seems to be some-
thing chemically eruptive in the social composition of Dunedin.
One theory is, that there must be too much of a Caledonian
flavour in the community, and regarding Scotsmen as an
essence, there may be some truth in the supposition. As far
back as 1856, the Otago settlers were a controversial people,
deep in religious disputes and newspaper broils. An English
traveller, writing about that time, compared Dunedin to "an
enclosure of wild cats, tearing out each other's eyes."
Dunedin has great vitality — nothing lack-lustre and debili-
tated about it, but a marked full-bloodedness. It is a sub-
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stantial middle-class town, a town of labour and commerce.
As to the working-classes, every man can clothe, feed, and
educate his family, and have something to spare. Speaking
roughly, there are no poor people in Otaga There is none of
that poverty verging on starvation which is so painful to see
and hear of at home. Food is cheap, clothing is not dear.
In our comfortable hotel in Rattray Street, we were next
door to the stir of the small BabeL At midnight, or rather in
the small hours of the morning, as we lay tranquilly snoozing,
we would be rudely awakened — not by a crowd of late-arriving,
sea-sick passengers — not by a noisy breaking-up of heated
revellers — but by a large flock of white-neck-tied clergymen
returning from the Synod. They had usually a lively talk, to
which the thin partitions made us involuntary listeners, anent
the introduction of instrumental music, the joining of the
Presbyterian Churches in the North and South Islands, and the
state of the finances generally. But in a short time debates
and debaters went to rest ; the organ question was followed by
the smell of extinct candles ; the union gave place to hard
breathing ; and stipends were lost in snores.
On Christmas Day we were invited to dinner at a house
some two miles from town. It lay behind the hills which back
Dunedin, so that we might have been a hundred miles from the
stir of the city. The country was open, undulating, and
covered with tufts of heath. Coming to a white gate in a
hawthorn hedge, we passed up a gravel walk, till we approached
a large lawn, in the middle of which rose a high flagstaff bear-
ing a red banner. About forty of a company had assembled
— grandfathers, grandmothers, grandchildren, sisters-in-law,
brothers-in-law, uncles, aunts, nephews, nieces, cousins, and
friends of the family. There was a real Christmas dinner, with
roast beef and plum-pudding as in the old land, and with as
cheerful faces round them as ever were seen at any table either
" here or far awa'."
On New Year's Day, the town was alive with holiday
makers. The Caledonian Games, held at the Recreation
Ground, in the midst of green hills and grassy uplands, were a
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great feature. The crowd, with its mixture of kilts, tweeds,
plaids, silks, and satins, was an enlivening spectacle Tartans
waved, bagpipes blew, flags flew. Every kind of booth was
there, from the " Glasgow pie-shop " to the " Cafe de Paris."
Pipers paraded in splendid garb, one man dressed in really
elaborate costume, and with a ludicrously large blue bonnet
The chieftain was dragging behind him a little fellow dressed
as Rob Roy, and choking over a sponge-cake. The competi-
tors for the races assembled. The herald of the course was
the town-crier, dressed in scarlet coat, who, after tooting on a
trumpet, came round, bawling " 'Pettitors ! prepare to henter
the harenar — make ready for the final 'eat!" The utter
Cockney abandonment of the sentence, coming in the midst of
intense Scotch dialect, was amusing in the extreme. Foot
races, reels, strathspeys, sword dances, gymnastics, tossing the
caber, and putting the stone, followed in quick succession.
Then came some exciting wrestling between a tall Maori and
a squat Cornishman, the brown-skinned fellow winning nearly
every bout In due course the sports came to an end, the
Cockney trumpeter dropped his last H, and the crowd moved
homeward to the tune of " Auld Lang Syne."
Our concerts lasted five weeks in Dunedin, from Boxing-
Day to Burns' Birth-Day, 1873-4 — a long-time, considering the
fflze of the town. But one peculiarity of the colonies is, that
entertainments run longer than they would in an equal
population in the old country. When we arrived, the only
available hall was the Volunteer Drill Shed, a plain spacious
building, which by means of calico and banners we made
somewhat presentable. Then we moved to the Masonic Hall,
a smaller but neater place. Eight months afterwards, on our
farewell visit, we sang in a fine new Temperance Hall. "Twa
Hours at Hame," found great favour with the Dunedin folks,
though jt might have seemed like "taking coals to Newcastle"
to bring Scottish sentiment and song and story into a com-
munity where the nationality was so pronounced.
We spent six weeks in travelling through Otago. Having con-
tracted with a coach-proprietor for the tour, there came to the
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hotel-door one Monday morning a coach with a staunch-look-
ing team of four horses. The driver was a stout, whiskerless
young man of twenty-one years of age. His name was Gideon,
he said — or, as some called him, " Gid " — and others again,
" Giddy." The rain was blinding, and the wind boisterous. As
the coach drove off, kind friends in waterproofs waved their
umbrellas and cheered us with prophecies of finer weather.
Soon we were rolling along a smooth road. Through the
heavy driving rain, lit up by fitful sunshine, we saw that we
were travelling amid dark green hills, light green hills, yellow
hills, distant purple hills, and that the landscape was treeless,
save where blue-gums, like rows of nine-pins, had been planted
as shade-trees round houses. The Australian tree flourishes
well in its new home, and Government encourages its introduc-
tion as a means of attracting rain, giving as a bonus two acres
of land for every acre of gum trees planted. All along the
road were neat mile-stones, somewhat monumental in appear-
ance — little white tombstones marking the expiry of a mile.
Arriving at a wayside inn, we watered the horses, while our
driver, in obedience to the iron law of custom, went in to have
a sixpenny drink — " swig a tanner," as he elegantly phrased it
As we drove through the Taieri Plains, a fine agricultural
country, the sky cleared. We were soon in the highest spirits,
and emerged from our husks of rugs and shawls. Gideon
whistled, and the horses had to be held in from a canter. The
hill-slopes — spotted with small " tussocks " or tufts of grass like
miniature sheaves — swept quickly past. Along the banks of
the Taieri River — past a small lake glittering in the sun —
down the Waihola Gorge — and through the fertile Tokomairiro
Plain, we reached by a long straight road the cheerful-looking
township. We found that the hotel-man, who also owned the
hall, had, in his zeal to procure a good audience, displayed a
large banner in our honour, and covered the township with
small bills bearing the lucid intimation, " T/tey are coming ! "
Tokomairiro, or Milton, as the Government name goes, or
Toko as it is termed for shortness, or Tok as I have even heard
it flippantly called, is perhaps the largest of the purely agricul-
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tural towns of Otago. It consists of one long street. The
one-storey houses and shops, had here an air of freshness, due
to white paint Though an exceedingly prosperous town, it
was dull in appearance. There was nobody at the street
comer — nobody near the bank — no one at the Council
Chambers — no housewife shopping at the large general store.
The draper was mechanically rolling and unrolling his cloth,
selling and buying to himself The barber, hiding his hands
behind his back as if they were contraband goods, not to be
sazed even in friendship, alternately surveyed the pavement
and his projecting rainbow-coloured pole. A solitary rider
left the echoes of horse-hoofs lingering about the street long
after he had gone. Milton may be called an epic town, most
of the streets being named after poets. There is an Ossian
Street and a Shakespeare Street — a Chaucer Street, a Spencer
Street, and a Johnson Street — a Pope Street, a Dryden Street,
and a Bums Street There is a cone-shaped hill a little way
out, which might have been called Parnassus ; to be sure, it is-
easy to climb !
We drove out with one or two friends to a bachelor's garden,
some few miles from Milton. An uncouth wilderness met the
view — gum trees, flax plants, and the poisonous " toot " plant,
destructive to sheep and cattle. Through a maze of weeds
and tall bracken, we were taken by the bachelor himself,
coming latterly to a small gully, where one of us was severely
stung by falling upon a hidden beehive. In Australia we ■
would have been frightened for snakes ! But it seems there is
not a hurtful reptile in New Zealand, which fact was once
satisfactorily explained by a learned Irishmen: — "As all of
yez know. New Zailand is the antipodes of Ould Ireland ; so
when St Patrick put his ban upon snakes in the ould counthry,
b^orra 1 it went right through I " In the gully were bushes of
luscious black currants, that hung in bunches like small grapes.
Fruits, flowers, and vegetables seem to acquire extra vitality in
Otaga You see cabbages and cauliflowers with giant heads,
and fuchsias growing to be considerable trees. Crossing the
gully we came to a hothouse filled with vines, and facing a large
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flower garden. Here bouquets, bunches of grapes, bags of
■apples, and large branches of currants, were thrust into our
hands. Unitedly thanking our kind host, we drove off — a
moving horticultural show ! Next morning we were to start
for Tuapeka.
" It's past eight o'clock !" cried Gideon the driver, laughing
and squeezing his head through the partially-opened door of
our bedroom — " the horses have had their oats, and your own
breakfast's a-waitin' !" My brothers and I jumped up, hurriedly
swallowed our breakfast, hauled out our luggage to the door,
loaded the roof of the coach with portmanteaus, packed the
rack, ballasted inside with bundles, filled the boot with a choice
assortment of parcels, and heaped up shawls and greatcoats on
the box. Gideon came round leading the horses. ** All right
there ? — in with them pole-straps, first hole — woa !— quick,
fasten up the trace that side — back, steady, woa ! hand up the
reins — all aboard ! — stand clear there — hi, lads, hi ! — Blossom,
Jack, Nelly, Wall-eye, hi !" Crack, jerk, jingle, and we were
rattling down Tokomairiro's quiet street at fully eight miles an
hour.
At Tuapeka, or Gabriel's Gully, there are a large number of
cleanly, well-dressed Chinamen. At night they walk about
with their fashionably-attired English wives. At our concerts
they invariably occupied the very front of the front seats !
Many of them are capital market-gardeners, and indeed a
number of places would be destitute of vegetables but for the
enterprise of these Pagans. They have their weak points like
Europeans. One " heathen Chinee " had been in the habit of
taking his gold to a certain buyer, who, on John's departure,
always found the precious dust to weij^h unaccountably lighter.
So one day he watched the Chinaman as he put his gold on
the scales. " Welly good gold, welly good," said John, while
the buyer bent over the counter to adjust the weights.
Glancing quickly up, the broker saw the Chinaman, with dis-
tended cheeks, blowing down silently upon the scale !
Smothering an exclamation, he vaulted over the counter,
seized the flying rogue by the pig-tail, and tarred and
feathered him before a lai^e crowd of the townsfolk.
We went south forty miles to Balclutha, a journey which
our team performed in the wonderfully quick time of five
hours. At a toll we were stopped by a portly, sunny-faced
Scotch wife, who, finding we were Scotch also, thought it her
bounden duty to ask for the " bawbees " in the broadest ac-
cent at her command. Father, in a moment of inspiration,
putting his head out of the coach, gave it as his deliberate
opinion that she was the " brawest wife " he had seen between
that place and Dunedin, " My certie, that's true ! " exclaimed
the good woman, with a self-satisfied cast of her head —
" there's no mony like me on the road — gude mornin' to ye 1 "
And away we went, with many a laugh at the unexpected
answer, so difl!erent from the bashful denial that had been anti-
cipated. The road was lined each side by sweet -smelling haw-
thorn hedges, alternating with low sod-walls almost overgrown
by dense gorse. At one place an English labourer, evidently
a new arrival, was breaking stones in a listless kind of way, as
if clods were more in his line. He had on the usual English
smock, which looked a badge of servitude in such a country as
this 1 We never saw another smock in the whole of New Zea-
land.
Balclutha was a pleasingly irregular cluster of houses, cheer-
ful-looking under the enlivening sun. The township is looped
in by the River Molyneux, a noble tortuous stream with six-
teen times the volume of the Thames. Balclutha is the centre
of prosperous agriculture. In fact, the whole country from
Dunedin to Balclutha, a distance of fifty-four miles, is one long
settlement. One meets with strange characters in some of
these country places. For instance, in the hotel at Toko-
niairiro (spoken of in Scotch circles as Toakey-mircy) our boots
were brushed by a fish-curer, who had just comeout from Lon-
don, and who regretted his luck in not getting work so soon as
he expected. We happened to ask what induced him to come
out " Oh," said he, " I heard how the Otago folks were run-
nii^ mad after people at tea shillings a day and their board —
lOO Singing Remnd ike Wawid.
tfiat's what did it ! " We thought it a {Hty that, when affairs
really have a bright, glowing aspect, people should persist in
making them too rose-coloared ; Otago could be a land of pro-
mise without being a paradise. At this same hotel the waiter
was a banished Communist, who had fought and been wounded
in the streets of Paris, and been exiled for ten years He was
a short, flaxen-moustached }*oung man, with a wealth of polite-
ness and gentleness. I may here remark that unsuitable peo-
ple sometimes emigrate: One day a man was mourning the
lack of employment, but he turned out to be a glass-eye
maker!
We went on to Popotunoa, passing through much the same
scenery as before. Popotunoa at this time was peopled only
by a post-master, a blacksmith, a bricklayer, a butdier, a
baker, two carpenters, and a hotel-keeper. A resident came
up to us, gleefully rubbing his hands, and told us that he did
not bake his own bread now, for to his great joy a baker had
just opened shop in town ! We had here the good fortune to
be the guests of the Rev. Mr. Connor, formerly missionary ii>
connection with Nicolson Street U.P. Church, Edinburgh.
We were kindly entertained at the manse, a pretty, wooden
house of two storeys We were not to sleep under a private
roof again for two years, not until we reached Napanee in
Canada, where some of our relatives have settled. Here we
met a Wick lady, who about three years before had come to
New Zealand to be married. The wedding ceremony took
place in Dunedin, and next morning the happy pair left for
Balclutha. Sad to relate, on the way the coach upset and the
husband was killed.
We had the honour of giving the first concert ever held in
Popotunoa, the receipts going to help the young kirk The
"hall" was the bam of a neighbouring sheep-station. The
seats were planks laid upon bags of grain, and an open loft,
filled with sacks of chaff*, served as gallery. The platform
was a few boards covered with carpet It was interesting to
see the audience coming across the moorland — men, women,
lads, lasses, mothers, children, shepherds, servants, and people
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on horseback. Every shepherd brought his " collie " with him,
so the barn swarmed with dogs. The horses were hitched-up
to railings, posts, and the wheels of drays. The barn [was not
very brilliantly lighted — "chandeliers" being made of crossed
pieces of wood, each with two holes, into which candles were
placed. Perforated battens jutted out from the walls. At one
«nd of the platform was a shaky door, leading to the shed
which did duty as " side-room." In this door was a hole, and
it so chanced that during my father's singing of " The Land o'
the Leal" a poor dog jammed his head into the aperture, the
melancholy howl that followed effectually banishing sentiment.
Then the wooden chandeliers not being straight, the grease
came dropping down. Icicles of grease hung on the walls —
stearine stalactites drooped from the " candelabra." The lights
guttered out one by one, till the concert concluded in the
light of the dim globe-lamp.
When the audience went outside they found that the horses,
alarmed either at the singing or the applause, had stampeded.
Walking back in the gloom we were suddenly met by a party
of riders, who had been on the search for the animals.
" There's nine of them gone," said a man in a big flapping
cloak — " clean gone, and into the ranges, I'll bet" We were
really sorry for these poor fellows. The black sky — the
moonbeams striking through the rents in the clouds, and
sweeping round like so many aerial bull's-eyes — the strange
shadows on the hills — the sound of the wind as it rustled the
high grass — the sight of the dark range far away, where the
horses were supposed to have strayed — increased our
sympathy. Nothing ever impressed us with such a sense of
hopeless search as this night-ride of those men. After plung-
ing through some half-mile of tussocks and climbing six or
seven fences, we reached the Manse, and next morning had
the satisfaction of knowing that most of the horses had quietly
cantered home to their respective stables.
We drove on to Mataura, passing through black grassy up-
lands. This was a place so small that the impetus of the
coach almost took us past the township ! We sang here in the
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public hall, which is used as a court-house, a concert-room, a
school-room, a church, and an assembly room for dancing.
Even in this small hamlet, we had an audience of a hundred
people. An old Highland couple, who kept a small grocery
store near the hall, gave up all idea of the concert as the ad-
mission was too dear. When our manager heard of that, he
rushed across to the little shop and bought " Twa punds o*
Scotch sweeties ! " No sooner had he got back td the hall
than the two " auld folks " appeared at the door and smilingly
paid to hear the " sangs."
As we went from this place towards Invercargill we saw
faint pencilHngs on the far horizon — the mountains of Otago.
The road had a singularly anomalous appearance. On our
left were fields of corn, protected by quickset hedges — on our
right, rough tussocky country, enclosed by open fences. On
one side, young English grasses, bordered by Australian g^m-
trees (successful immigrants from a sunny land) — on another,
hoards of wild Scotch thistles invading the soil, and pushing
their purple heads between the tough, green, broad-spreading
leaves of the New Zealand flax-plant. Well did the national
emblem symbolise the energy and colonising spirit of the
national character !
Invercargill is a thriving town, and its streets are named
after Scottish rivers — the Esk, the Dee, the Teviot, the Tay,
the Forth, and several others. Our concerts were held in the
Exchange Hall, which, like most of the buildings in town, was
composed of wood and iron. It was formerly a church in St.
Kilda, near Melbourne, and the cost of shipping it to New
Zealand amounted to £\qoo. Invercargill has a railway twenty
miles long, which runs down to the " Bluff," the port first
touched at by the steamers from Melbourne. The railway to
the Bluff, in its early days, had many features in common
with the " Innocent Railway " that used to run between Edin-
burgh and Dalkeith. On board any of the New Zealand
steamers, if you unfortunately start the subject of railways, a
commercial traveller will inevitably, and with a premonitor>'
chuckle, tell you a certain " comical old yarn about the BluflT
Railway Enterprise. 103
Railway," which narrative is, nine times out of ten, the same
that you heard from a chuckling commercial on your last
steamboat trip, and which you will assuredly be bored with by
another on your next We heard, for instance, a story of how,.
in those good old times, a mob of cattle would frequently get
in the way of the train. This caused great trouble to the
driver, who used at first to sound the whistle, hop from the en-
gine, and chase the obstruction off with billets of wood. This
of course grew tiresome, and the driver at last carried a collie
dog on the front of the locomotive. The sagacious animal
sprang off whenever cattle appeared, barked them some hun-
dreds of yards up the line, and then resumed its warm place
over the buffers. One day an old woman was driving her cow
along the railway track. The morning express came puffing
up at fully seven miles an hour. The ancient dame, ad-
justing her spectacles, looked behind at the approaching
engine, and thinking that danger was perhaps imminent, gave
the beast an extra poke with her stick. On shambled the
cow^-on jogged the old woman. " Get off the line t " roared
the engine-driver. But the good dame tucked up her dress
and kept stumping along. At last the buffer of the engine
quietly impinged upon the " bustle " of the old woman's dress,
or rather where a " bustle " would have been had there existed
any such thing as " bustle " either in train or dress in those
slow-going days. The driver, shutting off steam and shutting
his eyes to the impending catastrophe, shrieked "Hi! Hi!''
while the old lady, dodging the buffer, uttered those ever-
memorable words : " Man, ye're surely in an awlu' hurry this
mornin' ! " So run the short and simple annals of the rail.
At Riverton, a small township north of Invercargill, we
found the hall in a woeful state owing to the wet weather. It
chanced that the roof was in process of being unshingled, and
tiie pouring rain had drenched the building. The public had
therefore to be seated down one side of the hall, the wet
portion being covered up with carpets. The effect of this lop-
sided audience, as seen from the platform was somewhat funny.
We went next to Winton, another small to re we
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got the use of the school-room by canvassing the majority of
the inhabitants (who were on the school-board) and receiving
their permission. From Winton we travelled up a long wide
valley towards the " Elbow/' named from a sudden turn of the
Oreti River. About three in the afternoon, we arrived at the
Elbow Inn — a wooden building standing on an open, low-
grassed plain, at the entrance to the Highlands of Otago.
Inside the house was a blazing log fire — a great luxury, the
wood having to be brought a distance of fourteen miles from
the nearest clump of bush. The teamsters carry small braziers
under their waggons. They cannot find wood everywhere, so
they burn charcoal, and coal when they can get it. The
Australian waggoner is far more favoured, as he travels almost
continually amongst firewood. The landlord had been twelve
years at the Elbow — " I came out from the 'art of London."
During the gold rush to Quccnstown and the adjacent dig-
gings, the hotel was in continual stir. " I made ;£^300 a week
then," said he, "and in a smaller house than this. Three years
ago I went back to London, but I didn't care for it at all —
everything was so changed — I like this spot better, lonely
though it be." I may state that the landlord refused to take
sixpence in coppers which we offered him. '* Ha ha," he
laughed, **we have no use for these here — who'd take them?"
So we had to give him silver.
Next morning we overtook one by one a number of carriers.
English waggons, with their arched roofs of white canvas,
could be seen for miles across the broad level floor of the
valley. Scarfs of vapour floated midway down the mountain
slopes ; one felt he could rend the mist by simply throwing a
stone. On the higher peaks the clouds lay longer and heavier,
but we watched them gradually dissolving in the sun, the
white specks of snow twinkling through the thin edge of the
mist. Some of the mountains, clothed in rich grass, had an
air of grandeur and rudeness, mingled with verdure — Highland
form and height, with Lowland snug warmth. The lonely
vastness of the landscape seemed to affect the feeling of per-
spective. Where there were no comparative objects, the moun-
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tains became knolls ; but when a solitary pill-box of a house
rested at the base of one of these knolls, the knoll swelled into
a mountain. We had breakfast at Athol, a small village.
The hotel people did not give us milk to our tea, and we felt
a good deal ^^eved ; but presently our driver Gideon glided
in with an air of mystery, and quietly handed us a cup of
the lacteal fluid. He bad gone to the rear premises and sur-
reptitiously milked the cow ! Then while the horses were
having their oats we went across the road to have a talk with
the blacksmith. This worthy possessed strong views on the
land laws, had sledge-hammer opinions on squatters, talked of
Athol farmers as being trodden under the iron heel of one
man, worked himself into a white heat over local mismanage-
ment, and blew a whole bellowsful of wrath against the Pro-
vincial Council. We had begun to feel interested in his clang-
ing conversation, when Gideon was ready to start, and we had
to say good-bye.
We drove towards Kingstown, the township at the south end
of Lake Wakatip. The road lay through continuous chains of
mountains. Along their base ran strange terraces or mounds,
supposed to be the banks of some ancient lake. Now and
then these struck out across the valley from each side, and met
near the middle, leaving only a small opening for us to go
through — like railway embankments with space for a stone
bridge: Mountains rose round about us — crags with jutting
slaty rocks that caught boldly the slanting rays of the sun —
mountain slopes lined with watercourses converging into a
central cavity, like the impress on top of a quartern loaf — and
hills with soft-swelling, graceful slopes, whose harshness seemed
to be concealed beneath the covering of grass, like the faintly-
seen outlines of veiled sculpture. One chain was unspeakably
grand, uplifting itself far above all around — a sloping range
vertebra ted with peaks, a twin peak here, another there, then a
lai^ molar peak, then another double fang — the range burst-
ing into climax in the highest peak of all weighted with a mass
(rfsnow.
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CHAPTER VIII.
Otago, like England, Scotland, and Ireland, has its we
defined lake district The more important lakes are Hawi
48 square miles in extent ; Wanaka, 75 ; Wakatip, 112 ; a:
Te Anau, 132. The scenery of this region is regarded '
some travellers as scarcely second in grandeur to the Sw
lakes. We sailed up Lake Wakatip from Kingstown
Queenstown, a distance of twenty-two miles, in a laughal
small steamer. The pole of our coach had to project over t
side like a studding-sail-boom. The lake seemed about thi
miles wide — a calm extent of water bounded at first
massive mountains that came abruptly down to the wate
edge. These could not have been less than three thousa
feet high, and nearly all of equal height, walling in the \va1
on both hands. On one side, the ranges were in deep shadi
— on the other, flooded with sunshine. By-and-by the shado
of the mountains, which had previously lain concealed up
the lake, crept stealthily up the sunny shore, quietly scali
up and gradually taking possession of the heights. Close
the summit of the range, the aggrandising shadows were rr
by a bright red glow, the rearguard of the retreating si
which seemed to linger and struggle for the small vantaj
ground till forced off by the overwhelming darkness tl:
settled on the hills.
We had tea served on deck by the attentive captain. Fir
the captain came struggling up with a large tin tea-pot holdi
two quarts. Then he recollected a knife was wanted, and doi
he clattered for that. Then he remembered the butter — th
the tea-spoons — then the milk. Then cups were wanted, a:
last of all, he came up pufHng with a huge calico bag of sug:
telling us breathlessly to " be thankful for what we had, thcr
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some poor fellows on shore here who don't get their meals
quite so regularly." As he spoke, the steamer headed towards
a point of land, behind which rose a column of blue smoke — a
signal from those on shore, for there were men here, working
in the bush, whose only communication with the outer world
was by the boat There appeared a hut, and a large fire, while
on an extreme pinnacle of rock stood a man, towards whom a
boat went off from the steamer with a well-stocked canvas bag
of provisions. The man caught the sack, waved a hurried
good-bye, and scrambled up the rocks. This scene was looked
down upon by a most stupendous piece of scenery — a
mountain of cliffs, one piled above another — mighty blocks of
rock, cemented together with bush and brushwood, and tower-
ing in blackness to the giddy height of five thousand feet.
This awe-inspiring sheer headland is one of the ** sights " of
Lake Wakatip. The scenery was on so large a scale that the
steamer appeared to be motionless. The last place touched
at was a gloomy little bay, where were to be taken in a
number of pigs, owned by two Chinese passengers going up to
hold their great New Year Jubilee at Queenstown. The boat
was long in returning. "Hurry up with them grunters!"
roared the captain. " All right !" exclaimed a voice on shore,
••we're hard at work catchin' 'em!" Then followed a
period of discord — soprano shrieks, counter-tenor screams,
bass grunts — ^this porcine part-music occupying about twenty
minutes, at the end of which a boat-load of pigs came along-
side — the two Chinamen stroking the pigs fondly as they
were deposited on deck. We reached Queenstown, which lay
in a sombre basin of mountains, and appeared a cheerful com-
munity of street-lamps. Upon landing we were assailed by a
score of lanterns, one lantern quarrelling with another over our
effects, and a good-natured bull's-eye conducting us to the
hotel, where we were ushered to our rooms by a civil and oblig-
ing candle. The house was kept by a German, and nearly
every room was ornamented with a picture of the Emperor
William.
Next morning was sunny and cloudless. Opening the glass
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doors of the parlour, we stepped out on the balcony and beheld
a view of striking beauty. On one side are the ^'Remark-
ables/' the double peaks of a precipitous range 7,688 feet high,
flecked with snow, and looking cold and distant, soaring as it
were through rarefied air — a wall of granite scarred by torrents
of melted snow — in form like some vast wrinkled iceberg
drifted from lonely polar seas. All around are giants of 6,0CX),
7,000, and 8,000 feet, while the head of the lake is crowned
with the glaciers of Mount Earnshaw, 9,200 feet high. The
various moods of the lake this day were wonderful. At first
there was absolute stillness, and so perfect was the reflection
that the eye could scarce detect the rim of the beach. Bush,
house, sail, boat, and mountain-side were all in perfect dupli-
cate. A wedge of sky, that came down between the meeting
spurs of the mountains, was reproduced as an outspread fan of
light in the clear lake. Then a storm burst with massive
clouds, high wind, and curling waves. Towards evening the
scene was superb, for the setting sun filled the sky with crim-
son, shed a mellow pink hue upon the mountains, and trans-
formed Lake Wakatip into a vermillion sea. Then at night, as
the sky cleared, the stars shone bright on the lake like trickling
drops of light, and the ranges stood in dark shadowy masses
against the star-lit sky, mere silhouettes of their former selves,
while a red raging bush-fire blazed far across the lake, and,
with the help of one or two straggling clouds, feebly imitated
the sunset of a few hours before.
Next day we ascended a spur of Ben Lomond, a mountain
overlooking the town. We had to haul ourselves up, hand
over hand, by tufts of grass and bracken, and after two hours*
hard climbing attained the summit Queenstown appeared
below us, a cluster of microscopic houses peopled by black
specks, with a white tortuous road winding behind it like a
serpent about to enclose the town within its folds. Away to
the left stretched a deep black gorge, gloomy, silent, and
desolate, whose further extremity reached a faint silvery vision
of snowy peaks ; and wandering through it was the lonely track
that led to the gold-diggings in the ice-bound fastnesses of the
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Sbotcnrer River. The whole scene was indelibly photographed
upon our minds.
The descent of this Ben Lomond spur was the hardest work
of all. It took us an hour to reach town, and we did not waste
time either. We slid, tumbled, and sprawled — botanized in-
voluntarily over ferns — culled helplessly lai^e bushes of bracken
— were scratched by prickly "Wild Irishmen," and tortured by
spike-leaved plants. Down we came, each of us riding on an
avalanche of earth. Two or three times we stopped ourselves
on the very edge of steep rocks, some thirteen feet high, which
we had to descend, holding on by the grass that grew in the
fissures. One of us, luckily at a small rock, could not stop
himself in time, and clutched at a rotten bush, but it came
away with him and he shot over, gliding down in a halo of
rubbish, somersaulting over some interlaced grass, and disap-
pearing head foremost into a gully where we could hear his
voice dolefully amongst the ferns. We hauled him out and
found bis scratches few and harmless. It is needless to say we
followed no system in coming down. Every one shifted for
himself, one very often beneath the other, which was sometimes
dangerous. Once a loud cry came from my brother highest
up, and a lai^e slaty stone flew down revolving on its sharp
edges. My brother below seeing it bounding directly towards
him, rolled over and over to one side, lay flat and covered his
ears with his hands till the stone crashed harmlessly past
With such-like adventures we got to the bottom of this really
precipitous mountain-side.
At Queenstown we started on our tour through the gold-
towns which lie in the great gorges of Otago. Driving to
Arrowtown, we saw a solitary white spire [crushed between
half-a-dozen converging hill-spurs — then, as if by magic, a
long row of iron roofs sprouted out of the earth, the houses
blossoming by degrees into sight, till a full-blown street, with
squat shops, big signs, and chaotic mining, developed into
view. Arrowtown lies in a wild spot, where high cliffs descend
sheer to the Arrow River, bearing traces of many a " fresh."
A rise in the river washes down auriferous deposits to Arrow-
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town — the floods feed it with gold. Arriving at the hotel, we
saw a cluster of men in the bar gazing rapturously at a large
nugget which a lucky miner was holding in his hand. It
weighed thirteen ounces, and was worth about £4,0. The
owner handed it to us, telling us to feel its weight, while we
congratulated him on his good fortune, and wished him " many
happy gold returns."
On the way to Cromwell the road wound along one side
of the precipitous Kawarau Gorge, the first touch of real
gorge scenery we had experienced. It was not altogether a
time of pleasantness, for the road was without exception the
dustiest we ever travelled. The wheels went down to the axles,
while we got out and walked with invisible feet The road
wound through the gorge at a height of three hundred feet, and
at the Arrow Bluff it was fully four hundred feet above the
dark-green Kawarau river, which seemed to be sluggishly
moving far below, though in reality foaming along a rocky
cliff-locked channel. Rounding corners, we would abruptly
come face to face with great shoulders of hills, apparently
instinct with life, slowly sinking as we descended, gradually
heightening as we rose, and suddenly steadying themselves as
we turned and drove straight towards them. Not long before
this, a coach and horses had fallen over into the abyss and
they were never seen again. It is pleasant to add that the
driver and passengers somehow managed to clamber off before
the vehicle turned over.
We passed, during our drive, three mountain torrents of
different characters, which the miners have shown by calling
them the Weeping Lizzie, the Roaring Meg, and the Gentle
Annie. You may miss seeing Lizzie or Annie but you cannot
escape Meg — a rumbling, raging, scolding stream, her utterance
half-choked by stones and boulders, which change her steady
flow of eloquence into loud, foaming incoherence. At a steep
" pinch " or hill my father got out and walked ahead of the
coach. Turning a corner he was met by a man on horseback,
who said " good morning " to him in an astonished tone, and
then added, " Excuse me, but really it is so .strange, so vety
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unusual to see a respectable person like you walking — very
strange indeed." But when the coach came in sight the
stranger rode off quite relieved.
At our concert in Cromwell no less than a score of children
in anus had to be refused admission, which gave rise to some
grumbling. I may here state that our usual charges for ad-
mission were, 3s., 2s., and is. in the larger towns, but in the
country, owing to the smallness of the halls and the cost of
travel, the "popular bob" had to be dispensed with — the
public never objected to this, in fact at Cromwell the " small
prices" were more than once complained of One miner went
the length of telling us that " he felt quite insulted at the cheap
prices of the show." The hotel at Cromwell was infested with
rats. In the early morning my father was awakened by the
noise they made, and discovered a lai^e rodent trying to drag
one erf* bis dress boots through a hole.
At Clyde the town clerk was in the thick of census taking.
He called at the hotel. The printed form was very exhaus-
tive, for there were regulations as to Maoris and half-castes, as
to Chinamen and their wives, as to religious sects, education,
sickness, infirmity, and other interesting matters. We were
greatly amused on reading the schedule to see that one lodger
in the hotel had put down his religious denomination as that
of " boiler maker," and that he was suffering from the infirmity
of the " Free Church of Scotland." The census-taker had to
go into the queerest and remotest of places. "To-day" he
said, " I intend to visit one family only ; then it will take me
two days to reach the next, just a quarter of a mile off as the
crow flies ; they're so separated by creeks and mountains."
Census-taking is no enviable task here — through gorges instead
of streets, and up hills instead of stairs !
Two or three miles from our next stage we observed on a
rock, a flaming poster of our entertainment — a gleam of colour
in the lonely landscape, though to be deprecated as a violation
of the picturesque The place was pitted with holes. These
frequently form the grave of some unfortunate " hatter," as a
man who works alone and has all his property "under his hat "
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is called. The earth " caves in " on the solitary digger — he is
crushed to death — and the folks think he has left for some
other place, till one day another " prospector *' unearths a pick
and a skeleton.
On the way to Otepopo we were overtaken by a man
on a scrubby red horse. He had a fiddle by his side,
and told us he had been out playing at a country dance the
previous night " Tm the boy for the Scotch reels/' said he ;
** ay, an' I like a* kinds o' Scotch music ; eh, man, my twa
favourite Scotch tunes are Auld Robin Gray an' the Auld
Hunder !" and with his old fiddle slung behind him like the
harp of the Minstrel Boy, he put spurs to his shaggy steed and
disappeared over a hill. We passed the village of Hampden,
where harvest had put an end to education, the schoolmaster
having gone off to help his brother to get in his crop.
The following day saw us at Oamaru, a sea-port town seventy-
five miles north of Dunedin, and the chief town of Northern
Otago. It is backed by the greatest wheat-growing district in
New Zealand. The town is situated on an open roadstead.
At the south side an arm of land stretches out with a headland
at the end of it, to which they are at present building a long
index-finger — the new breakwater of Oamaru. Ships have to
discharge their cargo by means of surf-boats We saw a
schooner unloading in the roads. A long cable stretched from
the vessel, and on this a surf-boat was threaded like a shuttle,
the crew hauling themselves backward and forward. There
was a great swell on, and the boat pitched fearfully, one time
completely hidden, the next standing high against the sky.
The people here are very Scottish, as we found during our
four concerts. On the Saturday night the town was full of
harvesters, who came in large numbers to the hall. We met
here a Scotsman who was a great admirer of reel-tunes, and
who at various times treated us to a large number of songs set
to Highland dance-music.
"The Waitaki is up!" was the news we received in Oamaru.
This river had to be crossed on our journey northward into the
province of Canterbury. Word came that it was barely forda-
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ble; a hot wind having melted the snows on the Ranges, and
swollen the mountain torrents. This river is 120 miles long^
and has its source in the Southern Alps, not far from Mount
Cook, 13,000 feet high, and the monarch of New Zealand
mountains. The Waitaki is the boundary-line between Scotch
Otago and English Canterbury, so that "Both sides of the Wai-
taki " may come to be as suggestive a phrase as '* Baith sides o'
the Tweed."
A drive of fourteen miles brought us to the river, where we
waited three hours, watching through a glass one or two houses
on the opposite shore, about a mile off. At length a boat ap-
proached. The head ferryman, who was trying to discover a
ford for the coach, came slowly across on horseback. He was
a Norwegian named Muller — a big-built giant of a man, with a
long red beard, flannel shirt, and tweed trousers. By his orders
the luggage was taken out of the coach and put into the boat.
Then, after my father, my mother, and my two sisters had
taken their places, they were safely rowed across.
The coach was not equally fortunate. Our driver, though
sustained greatly by a dram he had taken at a cottage, was in
great terror of the water, a brother of his having not long
before been drowned whilst crossing an Otago river. Had it
not been that my cousin and I went on the box as company,
he would assuredly have thrown up the reins. It was
certainly far from pleasant to see the grey current rolling past
us at six knots an hour, and know that next minute we were
to trust ourselves to its uncertain depths. The Norwegian was
mounted on a bare-backed white horse, so as to be ready any
moment for a swim. Gideon cracked his whip, and we
splashed in, the rear being brought up by Robert and James
on the saddle-horses. The coach gave a severe pitch, and a
substantial wave came over the box-seat The two on horse-
back had a bad time of it James, who rode a black pony, was
every moment expecting to be carried away ; but he got at
last under the lee of the large horse, and felt safer. Miiller tied
a rope to the leading horses, to guide us round rd
[daces — a proceeding which kept us contim
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for once or twice he turned us sharply on the " lock " of the
•coach, and we felt the vehicle lifting for an overturn in the
river.
Another shingle-spit was gained, and Miiller again peered
about for a ford, but the bottom was lost a few feet from the
edge. We drove in at random, the Norwegian keeping close
alongside our leading horses. All at once his white horse sank
to the belly, and in a second the coach had crashed down into
the deep water. We had gone but a few yards farther when
Miiller suddenly threw^ up the leading-rope into the air, flung
his hand back warningly, and sank with an ominous plunge,
almost at our feet into an unknown depth of water. Horse
and rider were swept before our terrified gaze away down the
river. Clutching the bridle firmly in his left hand, the
ferryman made a lunge with his right, caught the mane and
held grimly on, while the horse swam strongly and brought
him at last to a small point of land. The coach had been
arrested on the brink of a hidden terrace. We trembled for
the slightest movement of the horses ; but luckily they stood
like statues despite the water surging up violently against
their sides. Miiller made his appearance again, all dripping
but hopeful, and got us out of our predicament by a sharp turn
of the coach — telling us afterwards, in proof of the shifting
nature of the channel, that he had crossed easily at this very
place only the day before. When we arrived on the shore we
found an hour had been occupied in fording, an experience
that cost us thirty shillings. The Norwegian told us he had
been ten years at this, had been swept off that same old white
horse many and many a time, and had frequently to swim for
his life. We would advise no one with weak nerves to ford a
swollen river in New Zealand. A few days after, a number of
passengers were fording this same Waitaki, when their coach
upset and a " female magician " was drowned. We afterwards
saw in the Christchurch cemetery, many graves of persons who
had perished while crossing rivers. The inscriptions, which
came home to us in all their force, included such texts as " A
horse is counted but a vain thing to save a man."
CHAPTER IX.
The Canterbui; Plains — Chiistchuich — A Waterloo Vetersm— Wellington.
This adventure was succeeded by a journey of twelve miles
through pastoral country. There are some large "runs" in this
neighbourhood. A story is told of a squatter who, in a tower-
ing passion, ordered one of his men to leave — " A\vay off at
once! "cried he; "get off my run this minute!" "What!"
exclaimed the object of his wrath, calmly pulling out his watch,
— this minute ! Why, I couldn't do it if I were to rush at a
break-neck pace for three hours on end ! " We reached Wai-
mate, our first experience of a Canterbury township — a collec-
tion of neat cottc^es, painted a light salmon-colour. Next day
we travelled to Timaru, where we said good-bye to our genial
driver Gideon. It subsequently transpired that he made
" something handsome " out of his return journey to Dunedin,
as he picked up a batch of Chinamen on the road and brought
them into town — or rather to the outskirts ; for, as he said,
•* I wasn't a-going to be seen drivin' home with a lot o' Chinee
d^gersl"
We prosecuted our journey to Christchurch by " Cobb's
coach." Inside the vehicle was a young lady barnacled over
with bundles. The other passenger was an elderly gentleman
with a red face and grey moustache — to all appearance a
Crimean officer — who was called " the Doctor " by everybody
we met A few miles out we came to a public-house. The
driver handed the reins to the farmer, then slowly toiled into
the bar. Three minutes elapsed. Out he came, wiping his
mouth with the back of his hand. " What'll you have. Jack ? "
said he to a man on the box " Oh, I don't know — I'll try a
shand^ff." The Crimean gentleman emerged from the coach.
" And what'll you take. Doctor ? " " Oh, a sherry '11 do me,
thank you." After a while the driver and the doctor, followed
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by a foul-speeched swagman, returned from the bar. The
driver goutily ascended to the box, rheumatically took the
reins, serenely filled his pipe, nodded in a careless way to a
friend at the door, and commenced an enthralling stable
conversation. The military doctor crawled into the coach, and
the swagman, uttering threats at some one in the public-house,
reeled out, pitched his blankets inside the coach, and took his
seat beside them. The mail slowly jogged off once more.
We passed by plantations of gum trees, rows of bright yellow
stacks, com fields hedged with gorse, green meadows, and a
wide level plain far beyond — the grey road extending away
ahead, till the unclouded sky came down like a bright blue
blade, and severed it at the horizon. In time we reached
Temuka, where the same drinking programme was gone
through.
Drinking here is fostered by the appearance and 'number of
the " hotels." " Hotel " sounds more respectable than " public-
house." The bars are opener, more numerous, and less
clandestine-looking than at home. Colonial Bill, when he
beckons his chum Tom to have a " nobbier " over the way, is
only increasing his long-established fame for good-fellowship.
The digger, when he leaves his lonely gully and comes down
to civilisation, has a "blow-out" with his friends — so has the
shepherd when he pockets his cheque for some months' work,
and leaves for a while the solitude of a sheep-station. No
company of average men assembles, but some one " shouts " or
"stands " drinks all round. Mr. Black meets Mr, White, whom
he has not seen for a whole week, and the consequence 'is a
couple of ** drinks." Jones has something particular to say to
Robinson about the weather — they step "across the road."
Smith settles an account with Brown, and "two nips of
brandy " are immediately called for. " Nobblers " act as the
receipt-stamps of business. It is but fair, however, to state
that there is a considerable absence of staggering drunkenness.
There is more of what we might call casual conviviality, but it
cannot be said there is more intemperance in the colonies than
in the mother-country.
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' We stayed two days at Temuka and then caught the next
coach, which left at eight in the morning. The track lay
through a continuous sea of grass. Some passengers in the
front part of the coach became extraordinarily happy, taking
at frequent intervals a bottle out of a black bag. The jolly
company established a " dog-watch," which meant that every
dog met in with was to be the signal for a drink all round.
The first seen was a boundary-dog chained to a break in a
fence to prevent sheep straying from one run to another. It
was a fierce, leaping, howling brute, with teeth like tusks and
brown matted hair that flapped in long ragged strips over its
back and over its ^yt/^. It was fastened to a wooden kennel,
and within the radius of its tether were red fleshy bones of
sheep, a skull and half-crunched ribs, which the dog dragged
rattling around with its chain as it wheeled and bounded
furiously at the coach. Poor boundary-dogs, what a life they
lead I — no society, nothing but an occasional coach to remind
them of the outside world. They are said even to bark at a
passing shower by way of variety !
In the middle of the plains we drew up alongside a post on
which was nailed what looked like a small writing-desk. The
driver leant out, lifted the lid, took out a small leather bag and
drove off. It was a bush post-ofBce — a very private letter-box
belonging to some sheep-station. Then the horses as if by
mutual consent, took it into their heads to ** bolt*' With
vigorous gallop they careered along the plain. The team was
guided off the road, and the frantic animals swept round in an
immense circle on the plain. All fear and anxiety gave place
at last to curiosity. " How long would they keep it up ?" For
nearly a quarter of an hour they dragged the coach round and
round ; but at the end of that time they sobered down to a
smart trot, and all steaming and sweating, they were headed
back to the road. A passenger was picked up — an open-faced
young Irishman. " Ach ! this country is no good," said he,
^ the best of the land's all taken up, and you can't get work
when you want it — and little enough wages, toa" Cro8»*
ucamining him, we learned that he had been fivr
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harvesting and was £2$ in pocket "Troth, that's a fact," said
he ; "I cleared five pounds a week. You see Tm one of those
chaps that's always grumbling, and don't know when they're
well off." Leaving Ashburton, where we had dinner, we
passed paddocks of green grass, marshalled round in military
fashion with sentinel poplars, outside of which bristled like
bayonets the fixed blades of the flax. Eighteen miles of dull
plains, a thirty miles' night-ride on a railway, and we sighted
the street-lamps of Christchurch.
We got into a real English cab. The driver was a stout,
garrulous old man, who, ere we had driven thirty yards, said
he was a Herefordshire man, and had struggled long in the
province. " I've *ad my ups and downs," said he, " an' worked
'ard in my time, but, (giving his horse a crack of the whip),
I'm blowed if I ever 'ad such easy work as this !" The cab
turned into a quiet part of the town, consisting of detached
houses, walled gardens, and numerous white gateways, and
presently landed us at a verandahed hotel, surrounded with
trees. The waiters brought us the numbers of our rooms.
Candle in hand, I walked down a long passage, looking for
No. 36. No. 7, No. 8, No. 9 — 10, 11, 12 — confound it! — 17,
1 8, 19 — no appearance of 36 here! Back again, and along
another corridor, with a narrow channel, dangerous to navigate
from the numerous reefs of boots lying on either hand — alas !
here was the end of the passage — 50, 51, 52. What was to be
done? As a last resource I darted off to some rooms by
themselves — 70, 80, 81, — no use! Getting hold of the waiter,
he exclaimed, as an idea seemed to flash on him — "Oh! I
know where you've gone wrong! open the door of No. 12
bed-room, and that will show a long passage — go straight
down that!" Doing all this, I came to Nos. 23, 26, 30, 35 —
— but no 36. Arriving at a small staircase, there at the
bottom of it was the long-sought-for number ! When I had
shut the door, what was my surprise to see across the room
another door. The apartment resembled those of old German
inns, associated with robbery, murder, and ghost stories, where
the door handle slowly turns, and a mysterious white figure
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glides in upon the tenant of the room — Ha ! the handle of this
door really did\x%\Xi to turn, and a man in a white glazed coat
stepped suddenly into the floor — "What? are you 33 too?
demanded he, pointing to that number on his door. " No !" I
exclaimed, pointing to my door — "I'm 36!" Tableau. We
both laughed heartily, and each took one of the two beds that
occupied the room.
Christchurch has about 10,000 of a population and is a fine
mellow city. The streets are named after Church of England
bishoprics, and the asphalte pavements are sheltered with glass-
roofed verandahs. Small reserves of English elms delight the
eye at frequent intervals, and every vista ends in clumps of
willows. There is a freedom of style, an air of saying, " This
is a street certainly — it cannot altogether be di^uised — but
everything has been done to make you believe otherwise." In
one quarter we came upon a cluster of flesh-coloured wooden
bouses, with high peaked gables, hanging eaves, and panelled
fronts outlined in brown^— like theatrical cottages or old English
faostelries — with attics, too, goggling out of the steep roof like
staring eyes, as if the houses were in great wonder at the more
modem buildings around.
The hotel was excellent — the charges moderate, as in most
New Zealand hotels. Eight to ten shillings a day is the usual
charge for a single person — boarders by the week pay two
guineas. The servants were all English. Instead of the
Bridget and Molly of Melbourne, or the Jessie and Maggie of
Dunedin, we had Sarah, Susan and Mary Jane The boarders
were chiefly clerks, bank managers, families on visits, squatters
and squatters' sons. Some of the young gentlemen spent the
day in playing billiards or hanging round the smoking-room ;
others in shooting, boating, and cricketing. Once a party of
them came home in a lamentable, almost ludicrous plight —
one run over by a waggonette, another with his arm in a
sling, and a third fearfully lame from football. In a day or two
however, they were all up and doing — nothing. A few steps
from the hotel was the pretty little River Avon, its banks
flheltered by heavy-plumed willows, that threw their dense
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shadows upon the stream. Near here were the public gardens
enclosed in a pear-shaped loop of this River Avon. The
walks, dotted with rustic seats, were exquisite. A small park
contained a number of deer so tame as to troop round and eat
out of one's hand. In the centre of a grassy reserve forming part
of the gardens stands the Museum, a spacious building under
the directorship of the well-known Dr. Haast
One day a Waterloo veteran called on us. He was a physi-
cal wonder — eighty-four years of age, yet straight as a poker,
with a fine head and bold features. He launched at once into
anecdote and reminiscence — telling us, in one continuous
stream, the principal events of his life. He was born in Fife,
but had Highland kinsfolk — enlisted early as a soldier, and
lodged at the house of Mrs. Grant of Laggan — knew Jamie
Hogg, and used to " blow up " Nathaniel Gow for his ** new-
fangled " arrangements of reels — went all through the Penin-
sular War, learned Gaelic from the Highlanders on the heights
of Montmartre, plunged into the gaieties of Paris, fought at
Waterloo, and had been on half-pay since 1817. We seemed
to be shaking hands with the past The veteran, however, was
as full of the present as any one of the rising generation — ex-
plained the land laws of the colony, spoke of " ceevilisation **
as " deevilisation," and, with " kindling fury in his breast," in-
veighed against the reigning follies of the day. Suddenly, like
the great Alexander, his mood changed, for, seeing a fiddle ly-
ing on the table, he snatched it up,, and dashed at once into a
most inspiring strathspey. Then he took a breath, said some-
thing more about Nathaniel's bad arrangement of reels, picked
up his stick, made a salute, and went towards the door ; but
abruptly stopped, wheeled round, and gave us the whole of the
sword exercise in a most masterful style — then made another
salute, went off in double-quick time, and strode erect, with
martial step, down the gravel walk in front of the hotel. This
vigorous old man was like a great gulp of mountain air in this
placid city of Christchurch.
Being a Church of England settlement, you are apt to ima-
gine this town more English than it really is. At one time, in-
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deed, the Canterbury Pilgrims, as the early settlers were called,
"ruled the roast" in social matters. Those who came out in
the " first four ships " were looked up to by later arrivals. To
have "come over with the Conqueror" bade fair to pale in face
of having " come over in one of the first four ships," But the
old worthies are dying out now ; and on great social occasions,
or at public meetings, the " fifth and sixth ship " people have
to be brought in to do the honours, Scotchmen have now be-
come largely part and parcel of the community, and English
people playfully introduce quaint Scotch words and phrases
into their conversation. Even the French man-cook at the
hotel, when we asked him how he was, burst out briskly with,
" Ha I eem per-r-rawlee, zenk you for zbeeren ! " We were
told that of all the mayors who have held office tn the city,
two only have not been Scotch.
We left Port Lyttelton for Wellington in a steamship 286
tons. The passengers were chiefly commercial men, several
folks on urgent business, one or two going to attend some
meeting or market — in short, persons who had to travel, and
could not help it We did not see in New Zealand so many
people on pleasure trips, or on friendly visits, as we would have
observed in the old country. Steamboat accommodation was
not in a very matured state on the New Zealand coast. The
vessels were small, often over-crowded, and not very punctual.
In the course of the morning, after the steamer was fairly on
its way, some of the passengers gathered into a group and
amused each other with "yams of the sea" One man related
an incident that occurred to his friend Brown, when, upon
arriving from England at Port Lyttelton, the passengers drank
the health of the vessel. Brown, a water-drinker, being asked
to partake, said, " No ! I'm a teetotaler ; but (with a jaunty
air), I'll willingly drink success to the ship in the liquor she
floats in!" His friend disappeared, and returned with a
tumbler of water. After a complimentary mumble, Brown
gulped it off at once, but immediately spluttered out, " Ugh ! —
ah— ow ! — this is — ooh ! — Epsom, Gregory — what — what the
materia medica is this?" "That?" exclaimed his friend;
122 Singing Round the World,
** why, youVe drunk success to our noble ship in the identical
h'quor she floats in !" Of course there was a loud laugh at this
story, which encouraged another man to burst out with ** Ha,
ha, ha — talking of drinking, the ship I came out in had a
captain and mate who were continually quarrelling on the
voyage. They fought it out in the log-book. The captain
wrote down one evening, * Mate drunk to-day,' which the mate
no sooner saw next morning than he scribbled underneath,
* Captain sober to-day !' Had him there!" With stories like
these the time passed pleasantly. The shores of the South
Island became indistinct, and presently there was sighted the
entrance to Port Nicholson, the harbour of Wellington — a
rugged mouth, armed on the western shore by sharp rocky
teeth, between which were sticking the bones of several vessels
wrecked during a gale.
Port Nicholson is seven miles long and five miles broad.
Wellington is built on a fringe of land, backed by hills like
Dunedin. It is the capital of New Zealand, and has 10,675
inhabitants. Imagine a timber-built metropolis ! Wellington,
being subject to earthquakes, is constructed entirely of wood.
Grand towers, steeples, balconies, and shop-fronts are seen at
every turn — all wooden, but having quite an ** imposing" look
even when you are close to them. We lived at the Empire
Hotel, a building formerly a theatre, so there was plenty of
space everywhere. The water of the harbour came close to
the hotel and lapped the stone foundations, putting us greatly
in mind of the amphibious houses of Lerwick, in Shetland.
No one who intends making Wellington his home need be
frightened at the earthquakes. The shocks at Wellington are
as distinct from the earthquakes of South America as a breeze
is from a typhoon. Wellington is the centre of atmospheric as
well as terrestrial disturbances. The blasts blow over the
harbour remorselessly. As a Dunedin man it is said, can be
told by his stoop, as if climbing hills ; so a Wellington man is
known abroad by the mechanical way he screws up his eyes
and claps his hand on his hat ! Every night we saw about as
queer a way of lighting street lamps as could well be imagined.
The Maories. 123
A rattle of hoofs was heard and a man cantered up on horse-
back to a lamp-post. He drew bridle, rose up, stood on the
saddle like a circus-rider, struck a match, lit the lamp, sank
once more Into the stirrups and galloped noisily off — the
rapidly-increasing lights bearing testimony to the quickness of
this novel system.
Here we saw Maories for the first time in any numbers. We
met a native in velvet coat, light tweed trousers, and white hat,
with silver-headed cane and heavy gold chain, and tattooed so
that you could scarcely distinguish his eyes. He looked as if
he owned thousands of acres, as perhaps he did, or as if he
were a member of Parliament, as perhaps he was, for there are
four Maories now in the Assembly — two on the Government
benches, and two on the Opposition. Maories are worldly
wise and take care of their broad acres, leasing them well or
selling them at a goodly price. Many of the natives are rich,
have large farms, and bring their crops to market as regularly
as any of the settlers. The Maories are well-built fellows with
brown skin, black straight hair, sharp eyes and high cheek-
bones. The older natives bear the tatoo marks. As for the
women when young they have a kind of comeliness, but they
age fast and are inveterate smokers.
Two of the churches in Wellington are Presbyterian, One
pulpit was filled by a clergyman from Ayrshire, from whom
we heard a sound practical sermon on the text, " Look also on
the things of others," in the course of which he urged his
congregation " to go down to the wharf when a vessel appears,
take notice of the numerous immigrants arriving on their
shores, speak kindly to them, and shelter them if necessary, or
at all events give them cordial welcome to this strange, new
land." One should not miss seeing the Museum, which is
worthy a visit, if only for the sake of the memorials of the
Maori war. But even more interesting to us was the " Maori
House," which has lately been added to the building. It was
built in 1842 by the Ngatikaipoho tribe, as a monument to the
memory of a departed chief The walls were ornamented by
thirty-two beads of celebrated Maories, carved out of totara
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wood — hideous faces, carved and tattooed out of all trace of
human lineaments, as if the originals had died from an eruption
of filigree ornament The big eye-sockets were filled in with
green mother-of-pearl shells, which glistened horribly after us
as we moved about the room. The heads are supposed to be
true portraits of different individuals — to us they were all as
like as two peas — but the Maories may have as much imagina-
tion as is required when we wander past the "long line of
kings " in the Picture Gallery of Holyrood.
The Houses of Parliament are as grand as it is possible for
wood to make them. We were taken over the buildings by Mr.
M*Coll, the Government librarian, a warm-hearted Scotsman,
who showed us repeated kindnesses during our stay. A large
sum of money is to be spent on Parliament buildings; but un-
certainty prevails about constructing them more substantially,
as at any moment an earthquake might " make a motion " in
the House. We were fortunate enough to be present at two
sittings. Across the House from us sat two of the Maori mem-
bers who find a place in the Assembly. One tattooed states-
man rose, and spoke regarding ** A Committee on Native Griev-
ances " — gobbled in fiery Maori accents, while a prosaic inter-
preter coldly translated his clauses into English. Another night
we heard Premier Vogel deliver his " Budget Speech." One of
the benches was occupied by our strange trio of the previous
evening. One native leant over one end of the seat fast asleep,
the other also snored full length, while on the limited space be-
tween them sat the interpreter, with folded arms and closed
eyes. The cause of this somnolency no doubt lay in the fact
that nothing more important than Immigration and the state
of the Exchequer was on the tapis, to the exclusion of all Maori
grievances 1
One of our mornings was taken up by a gossip with a very
old but well-preserved gentleman from the Hutt Like the
veteran we met in Christchurch, he was interested in events
that had long passed into history. His conversation was
musty — he seemed to be speaking in old-face type. He was a
university-bred Edinburgh man — was acquainted with men
The Hutt Valley. 125
that were friends of Burns — knew " Chloris " and " Clarinda,"
and spoke of the Potterow as quite a fashionable street His
antique gossip was interspersed with fragments of Scottish
songs, but always the versions that have become almost
obsolete. In bidding him good-bye, we felt like losing our
hold on the link of a chain that stretched back into " auld lang
synt"
In the colonies a person's home-yearnings lie considerably in
a culinary direction. An example came before us here of a
couragreous but inexperienced lady trying to please her Scottish
husband by making a haggis I We had the thrilling story from
her own Hpsi After prolonged research, the ingredients were
all carefully collected and prepared. Then a female friend was
called into consultation. Flump I went the globular mass into
the pot A mutual smile of triumph spread over the faces of the
two ladies, but it was quickly changed to an expression of dis-
may as they saw the unlucky haggis floating on the top I
Strenuous efforts were made to poke it down, but the national
dish obstinately persisted in its attempts to prove itself light
eating. The despairing operators latterly called in an experi-
enced woman from next door, who counselled them to puncture
tbe padding with a fork. This done, to the joy of all concerned,
the offending haggis " sank beneath the wave." After some
hours boiling, it was dished, but the result proved utter failure,
for the haggis was unfit to eat, and was viewed with a distaste
which not even a strong love of country could successfully
overcome.
We had an interesting drive to the Hutt Valley in a cab, the
glazed side-curtains of which had been blown to pieces a day
or two before by a violent gale. At Ngahauranga we were
shown where stood in former years the pah of Waripori, an
influential Maori ; but its strength and glory have long since
decayed, and all that is seen on the hillside now is the monu-
ment to the great chief — his once formidable war-canoe, half
buried, prow up, in the earth that covers his remains. The
Hutt Valley is a quiet place, shaded by steep hills, and fertile
— the scene of the first serious Maori outbreak — known to old
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colonists as " Heke's War." During the few hours of our visit
we met my father's aunt and some other distant relations ; met
also a man who was the only surviving member of a large
family murdered by the Maories. We went into a general
store, the keeper of which had been thirty-four years here,
and had led a peaceable life with the natives. He had not
much to say against them ; they trusted him, or rather he
" trusted " them. It would seem the only way to gain the
confidence of a savage is to deal honourably by him. Of
course there is another side to the picture. Before the war of
1846, some of the Maories had got largely into debt with the
storekeeper, who had been just a little too trusting. After the
fighting was over, he ventured to put in his little bill, but it
was laughed to scorn. " No, no," said the Maories, " the war
pay all!"
Crossing Cook's Straits to Nelson was a rough journey, the
steamer encountering the usual gale that blows through what
may be termed the '* Channel passage" of New Zealand. The
spray flew over the vessel ; one blast tore a sail into rags.
Irishmen, Germans, Chinamen, and Maories filled the fore part
of the small steamboat. About dusk we approached the lofty
headlands of Queen Charlotte's Sound, up which we steamed
to Picton, a port on the way to Nelson. The population is
not large, but has swollen 300 during the last three years,
owing, as a rival town has it, to a vessel having been wrecked
here, and relieved of her passengers ! The steamer left Picton
at four in the morning, and about breakfast-time neared the
" French Pass," which separates an island from the mainland.
The sail through the exceedingly contracted passage, with
high cliffs on either hand, was very interesting. We could
have thrown a biscuit on shore at one side. The steamer
entered Blind Bay, and drew up gradually to Nelson. By-
and-by we noticed that what we had taken for a long stretch-
ing shingle beach began to move past quicker than the coast-
line. Of course we concluded that this "beach" was much
nearer to us than the shore, and soon found it was the famous
Boulder Bank, the natural breakwater to Nelson Harbour.
The Garden of New Zealand. 12/
This strange formation runs for eight miles along the coast,
and is supposed to have been washed down from a headland
and gradually carried out by the tides.
The town rises on a gentle slope from the harbour. It is
cradled amongst hills, and fanned to sleep by warm zephyrs,
with its back turned to the winds and the tumult of the Straits.
By universal consent it is called the "Garden of New Zealand."
The streets of the town are roads — the houses principally peak-
gabled wooden houses. From a hill we looked down upon a
beautiful view. Nelson lay interspersed with trees. Round
about were vineyards with yellow foliage, bright red bushes,
elms, beeches, and willows. Little singing streams, crossed by
hand-rail bridges, ran into gaps of hawthorn hedges ; larks,
which are numerous in the province, carolled above us. Blue-
roofed cottages were perched on the hill-slopes, with a wealth
of flowers in front of them, like baits for more sunshine. The
river Matai flowed at our feet, dazzling with broken light, as if
it had washed down diamonds and silted them up in its
channel. Beyond the town lay the tranquil harbour, lined by
the wonderful boulder bank ; then farther off, the waters of
Blind Bay, a sheet of blazing light. As background stood the
first rising of the majestic Alps that occupy the interior of the
South Island, with Mount Arthur, 8,000 feet high, towering
through the purple mist
"This is a delicious climate you have here," I happened to
say to a Scotch acquaintance ; " have you had many days of
fine weather lately?" "Ou aye," says he, "it's been real gude
for the last twa year ! "
After seven performances we sailed for Auckland. The
• steamer left at 1 1 p.m., and next morning high land was seen
on the horizon — Cape Egmont, the principal promontory on
the west coast of the North Island. At last the base of Mount
Egmont came in sight, the summit being invisible owing to
heavy overhanging clouds. Anchor was dropped in the road-
stead of Taranaki — a prettily situated town sloping up
from the water's edge. The beach was dark-coloured with
tons upon tons of iron-sand. The surf rolls heavily on
I,
128 Singing Round the World.
the beach, and there is sometimes so great risk in landing
that the steamboats have to pass without calling in. We
thought there was little chance of seeing the great peak, but
in half-an-hour or so the wind had blown away the obscur-
ing clouds. The summit towered before us far higher than
where our eyes had been fixed. It seemed a mirage-mountain,
so lofty, so removed was it from the detracting influences of
other heights. Mount Egmont is 8270 feet high, an extinct
volcano, and the most perfect cone in New Zealand. A long
black band of cloud cut it in half, making it a kind of double
mountain — the lower slopes shadowed by the cloud, the
summit catching the full rays of the sun, and of a light tawny-
brown colour. It came to a very sharp point, or double-lipped
crater, containing a blob of snow, some of which had trickled
out in small drifts at the narrow mouth of the peak. The
steamer left Taranaki late in the afternoon. The dividing belt
of cloud vanished, and the full contour of the mountain was
displayed. The sun set, the strip of the town faded into the
rising mists, and Mount Egmont, now a shadowy mass, was in
time swallowed up in the darkness.
In the morning we near the Manukau Heads, the entrance
to the western harbour of Auckland, but as the tide signals
were against us, we dropped anchor outside. During the
detention here, the time was spent in angling. Two or three
" schnapper " were brought on board ; then a " dog-fish," and
afterwards a gurnard, an exquisitely coloured little fish. Lastly,
a young man dropping his line over the stern, felt a powerful
bite at the hook, and with a tug sufHcient to have raised a
small whale, he exposed to view a couple of red herring I
The bewilderment of the angler provoked general mirth, the
laughter even extending to a stiff old gentleman who was on
his way to be cured of rheumatism at the Hot Springs of
Rotomahana. By this time the tide-signals were in our
favour.
Auckland has over 20,000 inhabitants, and occupies the best
site of any town in New Zealand. Its principal street is one
"e in length and merges into the long wharf that stretches
Auckland. 129
from the shore. The -Waitemata harbour is large and well
land-locked. The country round about is volcanic, and saved
from beiag commonplace by its emerald grass, and its strange
pink soil The streets are paved with lava stone, and the side-
walks strewn with scoria, or volcanic ash, which crunches
beneath your feet Forming part of the background to Auck-
land is Mount Eden, a flat-topped, verdant volcanic hill, its
slopes ridged with terraces, the remains of Maori earthworks
thrown up during old tribal wars. Cartloads of Maori bones»
the remnants of Maori feasts, have been dug out of Mount
Eden — in reference to which a man gravely assured us that
these were being secretly converted into flour, and that we in
turn would unwittingly be committing cannibalism under a
milder form I
As usual we formed several Scottish acquaintanceships. A
man who had done well in the world once grumbled sorely to
my father : " Ech," said he, " this colony is no fit for a Scotsman
to live in." "How's that?" my father inquired, "Weel, the
be' is," said the pessimist, " I canna get my parritch made to
please me ! " We received a letter from old Mrs. Nicol, mother
of the late Robert Nicol, the celebrated Perthshire poet She
is living 100 miles from Auckland, at Alexandra, in the
Waikato district, surrounded by her great-grandchildren —
seemingly a hale and hearty old lady, though she must be far
advanced in years. We spent an evening at the house of an
old Scotch lady, a widow, who had arrived at Auckland in 1841.
As she truly said, " What times I've seen I " Her husband and
she were tempted to emigrate by the representations of the Great
Manukau Company, reaching Auckland only to find that the
Company had broken up. The old lady and her husband, who
were to have ;f 300 worth of land, only received £Zq in script.
The ship, too, had been eleven months on the voyage, leaving
in November 1840, and arriving October 1841 !
In Auckland we saw crowds of Maories, most of them
dicssed in European clothes. The women were in many cases
exceedingly showy. A few had on native shawls and mats,.
vith their hair stiddog out from the head like a large-sized-
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An Open-Air Meeting. 131
corresponding fireplace on the floor above. On Sunday a gale
blew from morning till night. During the night I awoke and
found that through leakage of rain and strength of wind, the
paper on the ceiling and walls had come down and reduced the
size of my bedroom to one-half. I was like the man tortured
by the Inquisition in a gradually-narrowing cell, and felt as if
doomed to be smothered in my sleep.
One night an open-air mass meeting was held to protest
against an impendii^ education-tax — the gathering being
called tt^ether at the instigation of persons destitute of olive-
branches, and unfavourable, as they said, to paying for the
schooling of their neighbours' children. To support this
trenchant ailment, a noisy mob of two hundred men and
boys clustered round the wooden framework of the fire-bell
tower in Queen Street Each speaker in turn stood on a
crossbeam of the structure, and with one arm round a post,
hung out over the rabble and poured forth his eloquence. The
orators were pure Cockneys, and the first we heard on our
arrival was dropping his H's like rain "upon the place
beneath," exclaiming : " Look 'ere, now, if you submit to this
poll-tax you'll submit to anythink I Is the rose, thistle, and
shamrock to be trailed in the gutter? No, no, it ain't — and I
ain't agoing to pay no tax. They'll take the limbs from my
body fust ! What have we come to this country for, eh ? To
make a livin' — and they won't let us — they want to keep us
down. What did we leave Hingland for, eh?" "Sit down
— get out of it !" shrieked the crowd, and the speaker drew
in his head to make way for his successor. He did not
appear for some time, at which the crowd grew so im-
patient that a boy, stationed on a high vantage-post, had to
call out, by way of explanation — " Don't be in a hurry ;
he's a short man, and they're hysting him up!" The orator,
a man of small stature, aided from Ijelow by friendly
shoulders, scrambled up the trelHs-work of the pillar, and
breathlessly b^an his address — " Gentlemen, you're not
intendii^ to pay this, are you ? I'll also, with my friend here,
be torn limb from limb before I pay it Britons, Britons —
132 Singing Round tJie World,
I say Britons — never shall be slaves. No, the flag won't be
pulled in the dust ; I'll die fust ! No, we ain't agoing to stand
it I don't go in for io^z-eekal force, but in this case I — I'd —
I'd resist this poll-tax. If you pay this you'll pay hanythink ! "
After the brilliant peroration the crowd howled in fearful cho-
rus, one youth in particular making night hideous with his
yells — hearing which, some one darted from behind, and,
pointing with his finger, eagerly ejaculated, " Never mind that
there boy — he ain't been heddicated ! " This was the acknow-
ledged hit of the evening, and was received with cheers and
laughter — the chairman, in an ecstasy of anxiety to do some-
thing, rapping with his cane and shrilly crying out, " Order,
gintlemin, order!" Other persons spoke amidst the tumult,
a certain man urging loudly " a canvas from 'ouse to 'ouse/'
but after the great joke of the evening no one was heard with
patience. The crowd soon after formed into procession, and
advanced towards the Provincial Government Buildings, in-
tending to awe the members. But when they arrived, lo ! all
was dark, and no one visible, to the intense disgust of the mob,
who, after giving their opinion that the people's representatives
had hidden themselves under the seats or gone frightened be-
hind the doors, dispersed to their several homes.
Waikato VaiUy.
CHAPTER X.
Em rtutt loi ibe Hot Lakes— Waikato Valley— Rangaiiri Battlefield— A Militaiy
Ontpotl- A Weai7 Horse-Ride— A Night in %. Maori Houk.
At Auckland there took place a temporary disintegration of
our forces. In the first place my mother sailed for the old
country, to pay a visit to the younger members of the family,
who had been left at home, and from whom we had now been
absent some three years. My mother here drops out of the
New Zealand narrative, but she rejoined us on our return to
Melbourne. From Auckland my father and sisters went by sea
to Napier, a sail of over 500 miles round the east coast in a little
steamer. My cousin, my two brothers, and I travelled overland
to the same place, passing through the volcanic country of the
North Island, with its wonderful hot lakes, geysers, and terraces.
The first section of our trip lay through the Waikato district
I know of nothing so uncomfortable as rising in the early
moniing to go upon a coach-ride — to leave a snug, warm bed,
to see the gas-lamps shining dimly into your room, to hear the
far-off crowing of a cock, and to creep into the gloomy, cold,
echoing streets. The four-horse coach toiled up Queen Street,
and reaching the outskirts of the city sped along a level road.
Daylight soon began to appear; the hills were suffused with
red ; while the sky was covered with graduated colours, blocks
of white-peaked clouds standing on the glowing horizon like
icebeigs on a pink sea. The ground was littered with lava
stones like petrified sponges. There was no grass to be seen ;
nothing but brown and dirty-green fern-covered country. In
this part of New Zealand there is no grass ; bushes and ferns
have full occupation of the soil. The landscape would be com-
mon in the extreme, when a lofty grass-tree would step in with
its graceful outline against the sky, as if saying, " There ! " and
tile whole country would be transformed at once into a foreign-
looking scene.
134 Singing Round tlie World,
At Drury we had breakfast and a change of driver, the reins
being now handled by a jolly, red-faced Nova Scotian. At
Point Russel, or Mercer, we first beheld the Waikato, a noble-
looking river, familiar as a household word by its association
with the Maori wars. Shortly afterwards, while going up a
steep muddy hill, there was a sudden stoppage, a hard kick, a
loud crack, and away went the three leaders, dragging the
reins out of the driver's hands. " After them, head them ! "
cried he to the passengers, who had all scrambled out at the
first sound of danger, and off we plunged along the hill-side,
up to the shoulders in damp, tangled fern — every now and
then one of us tripping up and melting out of sight, like a
snowflake amongst the billowy expanse of bracken. Latterly
the horses were caught in a gully. The harness was repaired
after considerable delay, and about an hour afterwards we
approached Rangariri, the scene of one of the fiercest conflicts
in the New Zealand war. We passed the rifle-pits and trenches
of the Maories, but one is not impressed with the idea of a
battle-field. On seeing the small earthen grass-grown fortifi-
cations, we thought the fight must have been utterly child's-
play. But now there is a road where there was then no road,
no bush where there was bush, so that it is difficult to realise
the full details. The Maories had possession of two pahs, from
which they were not dislodged till two hundred men fell, both
sides inclusive. The natives were shelled and fired at from
the gunboats on the river, and were assailed also from a strong
redoubt, into the remains of which earthwork we climbed to
eat our lunch.
During the afternoon we passed a group of armed navvies —
men who are supposed to join themselves to the constabulary
in case of an outbreak, and who were engaged making the
Waikato railway, which will do as much to settle the native
difficulties as troops of soldiers. There was also to be seen an
encampment of the native contingent — Maories who are en-
rolled as militia at six shillings a day, and who look smart in
their foraging caps and steel-buttoned jackets. This employ-
ment of the natives is a sop to the great Maori Cerberus.
An Outpost of Civilisation. 135
Flour and blankets are also liberally distributed. The Govern-
ment, as the saying is, " would rather feed the Maories than
fight them." Night set in, and we rumbled alongside the
Waikato. In front, the manuka bushes, like grey wraiths lit
up by the strong lamps of the coach, glided past into the gloom.
With a terrible amount of jolting and splashing we reached
Ngaruawahia, which word is the shibboleth of all who aspire to
be Maori scholars.
Next morning, after the usual bush-breakfast of sharp-edged
cofTee, mealy bread, and thick steak underlying a deposit of
onions, we drove to Cambridge, 100 miles south-east of Auck-
land, and the furthest outpost of civilisation in the Waikato
Valley. Two hotels, several new stores, and a few houses
compose the township. A body of constabulary, a semi-miiitary
force, is here. Their redoubt, visible on the top of a hill ten
miles distant, possessed a good deal of interest, standing as it
does on the confines of the King country, the region of the dis-
affected Maories. The little village was lively with troopers,
constabulary, settlers, and tattooed Maories. At dinner I sat
opposite an old grisly native, who had weighty greenstone
pendants dragging down the lobes of his ears, while a drunken
fellow, feebly dropping his hands each side his chair, leaned his
head on my left shoulder. On the other side of the table were
two surveyors, the local doctor, and an Irish guide to the Hot
Lakes, who spoke the Maori tongue with a rich brogue. We
told him our route, and asked if he knew our first stage, Te
Whetu. "Tay Fettoo!" he exclaimed — "troth an' I do know
that place, for during the war I was captured there as a spy by
the Moreys, and the brown daymons tied me to a tree to burn
me ; but the flax broke that they fastened me with, so I got
away, gintlemm, an' that's how I rimimbcr Tay Fettoo !" We
thought this an excellent item for Mayne Reid, and quite equal
to Letts's Diary as a means of recollection !
At night, in the hotel parlour, cards were played under the
supervision of an inebriated old Maori, who seemed expert at
euchre. At the other end of the room a young gentleman
played on the piano the " Shadow Dance " from Dinorah,
136 Singing Round the World.
Then a major, with a deep bass voice, sang " Til always think
of thee !" at which the Maories cried " Kapai " (good),
additional applause being kept up by a lot of fellows over
tumblers of punch. They were all making merry when a
^^ swell " with a comically paralytic eye-glass twitch in his left
cheek, ejaculated : " Doocit you know, give us, you at the
piano — ah — a song with chorus, perhaps — say the Miserere
from Trovatore, and Til join in!" "Yes!" remarked a toper,
raising his head sleepily off the table, " give us the Miseries !
darn it, but I like a chorus ! give us something with a chorus l**
The pianist immediately broke forth into a comic song, which
was refrained loudly by everybody, the Maories swinging their
arms quite enthusiastically over it During the height of this,
the cook, a red-whiskered Highlander, put his head into the
room and beckoned us out to a large armful of sandwiches, to
see if these would be sufficient for our journey on the morrow.
We had previously made arrangements with a Captain Owen
to guide us to the Hot Lakes, and have the horses ready to
start early in the morning.
Behold us, at nine o'clock in the morning, leaving Cam-
bridge, in the most laughable of processions. First, the guide.
Captain Owen, cantering ahead and dragging after him the
grey pack-horse, which wobbled along under its load of tent-
canvas, rugs, provisions, bags of oats, and tin-cans, with all the
gait and appearance of a dromedary. Then we four adven-
turers in Indian file, each in his roughest clothes, mounted
on the shaggiest of small " scrubbers," with a pannikin and a
coil of rope dangling at his saddle-bow. Away we went
into the wildness of the unsettled country. No vehicle of
any kind had ever disturbed the primitiveness of natyre with a
wheel-mark. What cared we that the scenery was a dull
extent of grassy undulations ! The glassy blue sky shone
overhead, and our hearts were elated with the excitement and
novelty of the situation. On we went, now startling occasional
pheasants, now breaking the silence with a song, to the
accompaniment of rattling cans and pannikins. Presently we
were accosted by a hospitable Maori, who urgently invited us
Sliding Down a Precipice. 137
to rest at his hut, and who seemed disappointed when we had
to refuse, owing to the length of our journey. Shortly after
there overtook us two other Maories on horseback — one of
them crouching in the saddle, with hollow eyes and hectic
flush — very ill, as he told our guide, and on the way to his
native village to die. The captain said that Maories have not
much pluck when in bad health, and soon surrender themselves
to an ailment
There was now a change to wild, broken country. A grand
limestone gorge lay beneath us, the_precipitous side of which
had to be descended by dragging our horses after us. We
scrambled down, each followed by rattling stones dislodged by
his horse's hoofs, and every now and then literally embraced
from behind by the struggling animal's fore-legs. To see the
pack-horse sliding down alone, sitting on its hunkers, with its
front hoofs planted between its outspread hind-legs, its neck
stretching out, the load of bundles swaying and jerking the
poor animal from side to side of the descent, might have drawn
laughter from a stone. We reached the bottom of an immense
cleft, an amphitheatre of white cliffs circling round us, and our
eyes overpowered by the glare of the reflected sunlight on the
heights above. Winding for some distance along this wall-
enclosed, high-ridged basin, we climbed out of it by another
abrupt path. The country had at one time been a clear
plateau, but by some convulsion of nature had been rent into
long fissures.
About half-past one, after thirty miles, we heard the pleasant
music of a creek, and it was unanimously agreed to camp. We
poured out the oats into our greatcoats, which we had spread
as a table-cloth for our hungry chargers. Captain Owen tore
- up a few handfuls of dry fern, and soon had a good fire burning,
Uoloading the pack-horse we found that the sugar had mi,\ed
itself with the tea, and this put us in a great quandary till we
solved the difficulty, or rather dissolved it, by putting the un-
luck>- mixture in one mass into the can ! Betimes we reluc-
tantly resumed the journey. Every muscle in our bodies was
stiff, and the hard jog-trot of our jaded horses was far from a
138 Singing Round the World.
joke. But twenty miles more had to be overcome. The
Waikato, now a small stream, flowed on our right, every mile
or so a little foaming fall. The landscape had quite a military
look, what with the broken embattled heights of the table-land,
with lower down a mound here, a parapet there, and the river
running like a moat at the base of the high natural ramparts.
No sign of man or beast, not even the flight of a bird across
the blue sky, broke the weary solitudes. As the sun set,
lengthening out our shadows up the rising hill-slopes before us,
and casting the quaint shadows of peaks, crags, and fragments
of rock, we thought ourselves on as lonely a part of the earth's
surface as could well be conceived.
Fields of dirty grey manuka scrub, averaging five feet in
height, stretched before us. As the horses rushed through this,
our feet caught in the tough branches of the manuka, and our
knees were violently wrenched. When night set in we laid the
bridle on the horses' necks, letting the animals scent out the
track as best they could. The darkness was so intense that on
the lower ground you could not see the hand before your face.
We began to despair of getting shelter that night The poor
horses tore along now without flogging, but their very liveliness
seemed to have a touch of desperation about it At times the
party straggled out into a long line, so at intervals a halt was
made till the whole of us had closed up. The misty outlines
of our guide's white mackintosh would swell up before us like
the figure of a magic-lantern, and we would know the captain
had luckily paused on the edge of some dangerous declivity.
Suddenly, as if to signalise our arrival at Maori-Land, there
shot across the sky a brilliant meteor — a dullish red streak,
that budded out into a clear blue flame. Weary and worn we
arrived at the little hamlet of " Te Whetu," which name in
English means " A Star."
Before us was a large wooden building with an immense
expanse of roof, and a fenced-in porch. We saw afterwards
that it had a very picturesque exterior — a broad front, with a
verandah overhung with heavy eaves, which latter sloped down
to within three feet of the ground, and were elaborately carved
A Maori Residence. 139
with all manner of oraament — while, before the door, at a short '
distance, rose a long slanting pole surmounted by a nob like a
flag-stafil The building was formerly a runanga, or meeting-
house of the Hau-Hau rebels, but since the war it had been
occupied by chance parties of Maories. A gleam of firelight
came through the chinks of the door. Captain Owen, dis-
mounting, commenced to parley with those inside, shouting
" Pakeha 1 " (white man or stranger), and a harsh female voice
replied, "Tena koe!" or "Salutations to you." Then after
long silence, undisturbed save by the moaning of the wind
amongst the trees, the door, a heavy sliding panel of wood,
was pushed to one side, and an interior disclosed, no whit less
striking than that which greeted the eyes of Nicol Jarvie at
the Clachan of Aberfoyle.
We stepped over the low fence A fire was burning on the
earthen floor, and dimly lighting the farther recesses of the
spacious building, the roof of which was supported by a stout
centre-pole. A middle-aged Maori woman was renewing the
fira In a far comer, amid a smoky twilight, crouched a
tattered, wrinkled old woman, over one hundred years of iigc,
as we were ungallantly told. She was huddled up like a
bundle of rags, and muttered incoherently to herself. Two
little boys, each clad in a blanket, went out and saw to the
horses. They came back with chattering teeth, and were
highly delighted with the present of some peppermint lozenges.
A visitor now looked in to see us — a cheery-faced Maori
woman, the mother of the two boys. These three were the
only residents of the adjoining hamlet, which consisted of half-
a-dozen rickety huts. The woman came in with a lai^e tin
di^ of swimming potatoes, and after the manner of neighbour
women, proceeded to help her friend in her stress of household
work—- a " touch of nature " that was very refreshing, and made
us almost forget we were in presence of two uncivilised matrons
of New Zealand. We had the potatoes to our tea. During
our rough-and-ready meal the two women sat tittering, nudging,
and comparing notes on the pakehas, to the great amusement
of our guide, who burst into a hearty laugh, in which he was
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the c^ld nife talked iDzerSs^tlv. -sre socc: fell asjcea \Vc awoke
sereral tinges ciniii^ the nizht. ii coe tiz>e fnd'n=: the fire al-
dcmn a:ri'>:ig5t the ashes. Kririr-g cc the feeJxe cabers — the
fntensfttent glcra- lightf'^ up herhaish feature? like a red mask
agair.'it the cark::es5, hz^t casr>.g her shadow Dver the dim high
About four :n the morr-in^ we awoke, tiartiallv refreshed, our
heads achfrg from our hard pillowsL The a^ed wonian was
bt;l! in the comer, rakinj up long-burled associatioriS. while our
hobtebs was bur/ preparing another meal cf potatoes, assisted
b>' the other woman and the boys, who had again paid us a
visit While we were at breakfast, one of the women engaged
herself in making a flax-mat, as ci\'ilised ladies spend the pas-
sing hour in embroider)- — the green flax being cut and its fibre
.scraped with a half-shell, and the strips dexterously plaited.
Then we saddled up for our next stage of thirt>--five miles. \Vc
Xs^iV farcu'ell of the two women who had been so kind to us —
aly> of the grim old woman in the comer, who took no notice
<}{ us whate\'cr, but mumbled more historical remarks — also of
the two boys, who smiled and waved their hands as we rode oflC
The morning was fresh, the sk>' still an unflecked blue. After
leaving the big picturesque rununga, round which a dozen or
.y-i of black hogs were feeding, there was very little life to be
seen — nothing but nature in the raw. One could imagine him-
self in some other planet, so strange was the landscape, tor
The Horo Horo Gorge. 141
instance, after descending a long rocky staircase, so narrow
that each had to dismount to allow his horse room, the rider's
1^3 being just that too much for the width of the passage, we
landed in a plain encompassed by eccentric-looking hills —
— some square-topped, some with two or three peaks, some
cone-shaped — while from the centre of the level rose, without
any gradual slope, a perfect pyramid of a hill, its sides as regu-
lar as if they had been built of masonry and then turfed over.
The contrast between this triangular hill and the mathemati-
cally-«xact square ridges was very queer. We called the place
" Euclid Valley," As usual, one had to get back to the table-
land by a very steep climb. An hour later we descended into
the Horo Horo Gorge — a wild valley, mounted by reddish
walls or battlements ; and in the back-ground the wonderful
Horo Horo, a shaggy, hirsute table-mountain clothed with tim-
ber. We camped under the shadow of its wooded heights, and
were presently joined by a Maori, who took lunch with us at
the side of the creek. Resuming our journey, the Maori showed
his horsemanship by galloping, and at the same time skilfully
plaiting a flax thong for his whip — the feat being all the more
wonderful as his horse was bare>backcd. Our pack horse anon
broke loose and made a bolt over the country, pursued by the
guide, who had a steeple-chase of some miles before he brought
the beast back. In the dusk of evening we neared Ohinemutu
— saw Lake Rotorua, on which the village is situated, reflecting
the last rays of daylight, and the country round dotted with
little balloons of steam. Then, after a ride in the darkness
through dense manuka scrub, with sulphurous smells and
bubbling sounds of boiling mud-holes that lurked on either
hand, we came to a slight rise, and saw dimly beneath us the
huts of Ohinemutu.
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CHAPTER XL
The Volcanic Country— Bathing in a Hot Lake— A Maori Pah— The Gieftt
Geyser of Whaka-rewa-rewa.
Ohinemuta stands on the line of the volcanic action which
extends 1 50 miles in a north-easterly direction from Tongfariro,
the burning mountain in the centre of the island, to the White
Island, a restless crater of pure sulphur, lying a few miles off
the sea-coast The country in and about the village is broken
up by steaming holes, hot springs, and geysers, and the frail
ground imperfectly covers up a seething volcanic tumult, which
stretches far under Lake Rotorua, and raises the temperature
of the water at many places to boiling-point Ohinemutu is
situated on the south-western shore of this lake, which is a
circular sheet of water, with an island rising 400 feet in the
centre of it The island of Mokoia is the scene of a charming
Maori legend, a variation on " the old, old story " of Hero and
Leander. The heroine Hinemoa was of great beauty, and the
ancestress of the present inhabitants of the island and mainland.
As her name signifies, she was ** a girl like the Moa," so the
great bird must have been considered graceful in its day.
Though a chiefs daughter residing on the mainland, she fell in
love with Tutanekai, an obscure individual living on the island-
The noble family, whose blue blood boiled with indignation,
opposed her marriage with the common person residing on the
island. So Hinemoa, under shelter of darkness, in answer to
the midnight solo of her lover on a flute made out of a human
leg-bone, strung gourds round her waist and swam across to
the little isle. Here the " lady of the lake " was received with
open arms, and with her plebeian husband lived happily ever
afterwards.
Hence this village has been called Ohinemutu, or " the girl
that went over." It is at present the chief native settlement
The Maori in his Native State. 143
accessible to the traveller, and here may be seen the Maori in
as near as possible an approach to his native state, which in an
age when the tendency of everything savage and romantic is to
become rapidly civilized and commonplace, is no small matter
of interest The white man has only put his face in as yet to
the extent of a store and two small wooden hotels ; and it was
in front of one of these latter that we drew up on the night we
arrived at the settlement
Close by, we could see the dark line of the village huts, and
a little farther off, the surface of Rotorua reflecting the brilliant
heavens. Distant laughter, Maori talk, and far-off sounds of
splashing came from the lake, where the natives were revelling
in a warm bath. On dismounting, Captain Owen inquired for
a young native to take charge of the horses — one, he said, with
some influence amongst the tribe, as there was a chestnut
horse which he feared might be stolen. Then the hotel-man
carefully weighed out a bag of oats, charging us sixteen
shillings a bushel, or about ten shillings more than we paid
anywhere else. This, as much as the strange surroundings,
impressed us with the fact that we were far from civilization.
The hotel was small and homely, and the parlour had a rough
table laid out for tea, and round it was gathered a goodly
company of surveyors and men working upon the roads.
After partaking of tea and spiced beef, we felt our hunger
appeased. But our two days* horse-riding had left us very
fatigued ; so we determined to have a warm bath that very
night We undriessed, arrayed ourselves with blankets round
our waists after the manner of kilts, and were ready for a
plunge at any moment
The hotel-man lit a lantern and went carefully in front of us
towards the village, a few yards distant We walked with
wary steps on the narrow path, past boiling springs and active
mudholes, holding our noses to exclude the sulphur fumes, till
we reached a square bath dug out of the ground, and fed by a
small gutter communicating with a hot spring. We jumped
simultaneously into this open-air bath — the pool, with its
laughing and splashing occupants, being illuminated -by the
V.m
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lantern, to the great delight of the onlooking Maories, who
were fast becoming numerous. We came out new men^
with none of the chill experienced after an ordinary hot
bath.
Next morning was clear and frosty. The lake glittered in
the sun, while in the foreground stood the settlement, almost
shrouded in immense clouds of steam, and the prosaic thatched
roofs of its dingy brown huts unfolding poetically through the
wreathing vapour. The coldness of the morning inviting us to
a second bath, we dressed ourselves in the approved costume^
though thinking we would be the laughed-at of all observers,
robed as we were in striped bed-blankets. But we excited no
mirth, save when one of our number, who had nervously ad-
justed his blanket in a loose fashion, cut an absurd figure by
the garment at odd moments suddenly drooping at one side,
after the manner of classic sculpture. We necessarily went
down to the lake at a slow pace. Here a mud-hole was gutter-
ing close to our feet ; there a hot stream overflowing the path ;
here, again, mud painfully heaving, and with difficulty bursting
into a bubble ; here a group of small craters were snoring away,
like custards bubbling hot from the oven, with dry mud like
pie-crust encircling them. Continual sullen muttcrings met our
ears, with frequent harsh outburts that, combined with the odour
of sulphur, gave one the idea of subterranean oaths, as com-
pared with the purer utterances of sylvan streams. Now and
then, as we paused, the heat penetrated our boots, and we had
to shift our position, so thin was the pathway. At some places,
if you simply poke with a stick into the ground, steam will come
out of the hole. For example, the piles for an addition to the
hotel we stayed at were driven into the earth until they went
through! To imagine or describe boih'ng mud is about as
difficult as to detail an emotion ; to see it is to see something
that will assuredly be remembered.
When we got down to the lake its banks were steaming with
hot springs, which were sparkling and bursting out, and pouring
their scalding rills into the greater body of water. Bathing was
only possible at certain parts, and a favourite resort seemed to
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be a little inlet where the temperature was somewhat bearable.
One or two Maories were plunging about when we arrived,
while on the sloping bank sat a long semi-circle of natives, male
and female — an interesting crowd, which increased every mo-
ment, greatly to our dismay. We were for relinquishing the
bath altogether, but the guide laughed at our scruples, and it
was only with great ingenuity and with most inelegant atti-
tudes that we glided out of our blankets into the lake. The
water was enjoyably warm, save when our toes got embedded
in the hot ooze at the bottom, or when hot currents would glide
out from the shore The lake had an irregular bottom, with
submei^ed rocks here and there, on which you could stand when
tired of swimming.
The news soon spread that a party of pakehas were bathing,
and the youth of the village swelled the already considerable
assembly. A long string of Maori boys, running over a raised
point of land above our heads, plunged one after the other,
with shout and shriek, into the lake — some flying head fore-
most, some shooting feet first into mid-air, some springing off
with a high somersault — all flinging themselves into the
steaming lake with jollity, dash, and precision ; and one squat
little four-year-old amusing us greatly by the comically manly
way in which he bundled himself into the water. For variety,
they played at hide-and-seek, the pursued reappearing in un-
expected places, the disappointment of the pursuer being hailed
with loud laughter from the shore. In one comer of the inlet
a young Maori girl, who had been sent out to " mind the baby,"
sat in the water with only her head and shoulders visible, and
the face of her little chai^ ; and, if I am not mistaken, any
display of noisy temper on the part of the infant was quelled
by a sudden immersion of its head I All this time a heavy
curtain of steam moved over the water, and we saw only a very
few yards out from the shore, though occasionally the wind
would stir the vapour, and through a rapidly shifting vista we
would behold further parties of Maories disporting in the lake.
The full enjoyment of this open-air bath, in such an expanse
of warm water, with its strange surroundings of picturesquely-
146 Singing Round the World.
<:lad Maories, quaint huts, and steam-dotted scenery, is almost
indescribable. To have the opportunity of being so utterly
removed from the world, to have an entire freshness of
■experience, was worth all the toilsome journey.
The table at the hotel, though it could not be expected to be
first-class, was very liberally supplied — steak, chops, and
preserved meat in lumps figuring at every meal. There was
never any milk or eggs ; but then we had failed to get these in
some of the most rural parts of the colonies. The only white
woman in Ohinemutu was the wife of the hotel cook, and no
doubt her presence partially toned down the rudeness in-
separable from domestic matters performed by men. Thou^
the weather was cold, yet the only fire was in the kitchen, for
■culinary purposes. The habit of the folks on feeling chilly was
to bathe ! During the forenoon several invalids came over by
canoe from a place on the other side of the lake, where they
usually sit for hours under a hot waterfall, freeing themselves
from rheumatism and other ailments. The hotel people gfrew
eloquent over the marvellous cures effected. " This man here
was regular tied in a knot with rheumatics, and now, in a few
weeks, he's bathed them all out of him. And look at
Thomson ! — that feller was awfully down with nervous fever
and no appetite, and now he's like to swallow up the 'ole 'otel !
And that man over there, that couldn't move with pains in his
right leg when he came first, is hard at work getting up a foot-
ball club. Old Parr is nothing to the bilin* waterfall ! "
After breakfast we went through the pah, or enclosed section
of the settlement The palisade is constructed of wooden rods,
now falling into decay ; the corner-poles, with their hideous
carved heads, toppling over, and the whole fence looking as if
blown down by a strong wind. No care seems to be expended
on it The rising generation of Maories are lazy, and have lost
to a great extent the traditions of their forefathers. They do
not build fine runangas now, and the young girls have no
deftness in mat- weaving. We saw the runanga here — a
fine building, with a most elaborately-carved front and
the usual large porch, in which sat a group of the grey-
Maori Graves. 147
bearded elders of the tribe, dressed m those flaring and
striped shawls and blankets which make any gathering of
Maories look gay. Under the eyes of this august assembly,
just four or five feet from the porch, was an artificial bath, and
in it reclined a white man, nothing of whom was seen but his
head resting on the edge, and his hand upholding a yellow-
covered novel— certainly the height of luxury. These tanks,
dug in the earth, are common throughout the settlement, and
are much used by the natives. Then, again, over the hot
springs the Maories place large stone slabs, on which they squat
in the shades of evening, with their blankets wrapped round
them, enjoying the warmth. Women were sunning themselves
at the doors of their huts, while some were rolling pumpkins
to the bottom of a boiling pool, and some were cooking fish
and potatoes in flax " kits " or bags, which they let down by a
string into the water. I do not recollect seeing a fire the whole
time we were in the native quarter. The boiling springs warm
the Maories and cook their food. It is said, however, that the sul-
phur fumes cause their teeth to decay. At one part of the pah
was a large heap of pipi shells, the accumulation of long-con-
tinued feasting. Another mound of shells showed the resting-
place of the hotel groom, who had fallen into scalding-hot mud
just a day or two before, and had perished in great agony. The
grave of the wretched man was dug in the centre of the pah,
and during the last ceremony the boiling water burst in and
gushed over his cofllin. Maori graves were also to be seen, all
marked with carved posts and flat boards, with ornamental de-
^;ns, some of which the European mind might regard as inde-
cent
Threading the mud-holes, and wondering how so many
children could romp unscathed on such a perilous playground,
we met several little Maori boys with school-books in their
hands. The school was a rude shed, and presided over by a
Maori with some knowledge of English, who was imparting
instruction in arithmetic, the children swaying their bodies and
gabbling over the multiplication-table In front of a whari an
old man sat cross-legged, a gun in his lap, a file in one hand,
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and in the other a nipple several times too large for the piece,
which he held up for our inspection. The guide, in his usual
quiet way, informed the veteran sportsman that a shot from
the gun with that nipple would be more fatal at the butt-end
that at the muzzle, hearing which the old man's jaw fell, and
we left him quite crestfallen.
Our stroll ended at the general store, kept by an Edinburgh
man, whom we saw soaping the leg of a horse which had
stumbled into a mud-hole. The limb, which was fearfully
swollen and raw, was a most unpleasant reminder of one's own
danger. This store was an old Maori house, and the shop-sig^n
appeared out of keeping with the overhanging thatched eaves.
On one side of the premises were woollen goods and drapery,
and on the other shelves of books. The shop was divided into
front and back by a huge wooden figure, erected by the former
Maori tenants, its outstretched legs forming a doorway. A
clock had lately been let into the paunch of this Colossus,
giving it a ludicrous appearance. The storekeeper was in fear
that this would be resented by the Maories, who hold the
stomach to be a sacred part, and very sensibly regard it as the
seat of joy and anger. A week previously there had been
severe shocks of earthquake, and several new hot springs had
made their appearance, one stream rushing up alongside his
store, to the astonishment of the proprietor. By careful
calculation he finds that the next hot spring will break out in
his bedroom, which he thinks will be a great comfort in the
winter evenings ! Our friend showed us a deep basin fed by a
noisy spring, that burst fiercely from under a weighty stone
slab. We had hardly left all this commotion when we came
to another scene of disturbance — an open space of ground,
where stood a Maori, his face convulsed with rage, tearing
down a palisade which divided some disputed property — the
man passionately plucking up rod after rod and flinging them
into a large fire which blazed behind him. It was certainly a
most summary case of litigation.
Next day we visited the hot springs of Whaka-rewa-rewa,
three miles from the village. They take their rise in the midst
Hot Springs of Wltaka-revsa-rewa, 149
of a most unholy, unhealthy-looking spot The ground for
several acres seemed to have been violently flayed, and scorched
by fierce fire of all vegetable life. Not a green leaf showed
amongst the steaming earth and hot rocks. It seemed a weird,
enchanted ground, the scene of wild revel and diablerie. In the
centre, like a witch's cauldron, and reached by rough, natural
steps, stood the elevated basin of a spring brimful of hot water,
the surface tremulous from latent heat There were also deep
holes, where you could hear far down a tumult of boiling mud.
The ground was cracking with subterranean heat, and sounded
portentously hollow, as if one were treading over vaults. A
strong smell of sulphur and of mineral decomposition pervaded
the spot Immense boulders lay crusted with white scaly
Iprowth, some hardly bearable to the touch. In these huge
blocks were small bore-holes, their mouths flecked yellow by the
sulphur fumes, that blew out in frequent puffs of steam. Such
a display of cooked chemicals ! Great lumps of sulphur
strewed the ground, and gave the queerest possible look to the
scene: I picked up a lai^e piece, so temptingly br^ht, yellow,
and floury, but instantly discovered it was red-hot I We
chipped the sulphur blocks with the butt-ends of our whips,
during which one with a silver head rapidly changed to the hue
of brass.
The chief object of wonder, however, was the great geyser.
This splendid natural fountain was rising to its full height,
swathed in a shroud of steam, pumping its poplar-shaped
columns sixty feet into the air. It shot them up irregularly,
something like thirty, forty, ten, fifty, and twenty feet ; and
sixty feet flying up eveiy now and then as a bold, unmistakable
climax — the hot spray glittering in the sun amidst the en-
wreathing clouds of steam, which the wind blew off in time to
show the next high jet burst violently out of the earth. Fre-
quently tourists fail to see this geyser in action, as they come
at the wrong season, or when the fountain is indulging in well-
earned repose. Here, on a hap-hazard visit, were we favoured
with this grand exhibition of volcanic force. We stood for a
long time enchiUned to the spot, a few yards from the fountain.
ISO Singing Round the World,
on its windward side, to avoid the showers of hot spray, listening
to the plashing of the water and the heavy, impelling thuds of
the geyser, and watching its varying heights with the greatest
interest This irregularity was one of its chief charms. The
play of an artificial fountain is regular, beautiful, and tame,
while this was uncertain, wild, and wonderful.
With the vandalism which is more or less inherent in human
nature, we amused ourselves by throwing large stones into the
geyser, a practice indulged in by travellers in Iceland, the gey-
sers of which are said to be inferior to those of New Zealand.
After twenty or thirty seconds, during which one could ima-
gine the stone dashing and swirling in the cauldron, the geyser,
with a loud, spluttering snort, hurled the fragment of rock high
into the air, amid the agitated circlings of the steam. This was
exciting sport, and repeated several times. But lo ! a startling
interruption. A loud bass solo came rumbling out of a yawn-
ing cavity, which had been quite dry and inactive when we
took up position in front of it Steam began to curl about us,
and, with exclamations of alarm, we rushed off, preceded by
our guide, and never stopped till we were some distance from
the newly-awakened spring. We had been standing with our
heels almost into the mouth of an intermittent geyser ! Mean-
while the boiling liquid was violently deluging the place where
we had been standing. It was a thrilling conclusion to our ex-
periences at Whaka-rewa-rewa ; and after a last look at this
unearthly, sulphur-strewn locality, and a lingering farewell
glance at the noble geyser, which would soon be playing un-
seen by eye of man, we retraced our steps through the scrub to
Ohinemutu.
Pierr^s "Matson de Repos."
CHAPTER Xri.
Pkne's " Maison de Repos " — Rotomahaiui^Tlie White Tenace — The Hot
Springs— The Pink Terrace— A Dangerous Horse Ride,
Itt the afternoon we left for Wairoa, whence canoes were to
take us to Rotomahana. At first the road lay alongside
3i.otorua, its shores strewn with yellow blocks of sulphur, that
loaded the air with heavy fumes, while the water was lukewarm
and unpalatable, as shown by the unsuccessful attempts of our
liacks to get a drink. A ride through luxuriant bush brought
us to Tiki Tapu, the sacred lake, out of which the natives will
neither fish nor drink — a glassy expanse of water. Here were
one or two Maori huts, out of which a white man came to greet
USL " Ah ! Pierre," cried our captain, " we live to-night at your
Afaison de Repos, so hurry up and lead the way !" Could this
possibly be our ideal Pierre, the urbane Frenchman whose
advertisement of accommodation and comfort at " Une Maison
de Repof had appeared in the Auckland papers ? He would
have made the soberest person laugh. Trudging before us,
Pierre looked every inch a Communist, in his short old coat,
battered slouched hat, and baggy blue trousers which nether-
ward revealed secret raiment. He walked barefooted, had a
canvas bag slung over his back, and carried a double barrelled
gun over his shoulder. Talking with a slight French accent,
Pierre told us he had been out unsuccessfully " trying to get
some pc^eon."
How astonished, we were, too, at seeing his " Maison " a hut
made of raupo reed. The Frenchman lit a fire in the centre of
its earthen floor, and- filled the room with smoke. A couple of
doors gave ingress to two miniature bedrooms, each occupied
by a hard pallet. In a back place, Pierre cooked our tea, sur-
rouoded by numbers of cats and dogs. After long frying^
■tvenl dishes were brought in, but they were all " peeg," as
=aJL
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£z^ :fi- nir.=r * -i-rc* ^^-^ --' '^"'"- -^ thr*? miles of water-
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regions,
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j.:rrre :- :r.e. - T- ;y ire :he r".ike cf my life," con-
t:r.-jed he ; * zrl.'c ?h:«:5 ihe ether iiv I h:rie\-:pped a Maori
•A'^mar. thit I ca-j-h: setrr^ fire :? my he use. De>- are
cerr.cr.s, ever>- cr.e :f therr.. Or.ce. curing de war, a rascal
7»raor: he c'me ani he ".rck :r. ihrcujh the hir.ge of my door —
zo I stea.! up quiet, put dis here ^n to his nos5, and (dra^inng
h:-, h^r.d rapidly acrcis his face' I bicwed h:m all cat ! Oh ! it
v»'o^5 rare tines ; I did like to see dem battlefields — all de
black fe'/.os 'yi-g • Oh I de hacked faces, de cracked skulls,
dc red faces, dc slashed boties ! Oh I I could haf danced with
de-light." "Surely." I said, **your Maori friends here cannot
be bad neighbours?'' *' I tell you wot it eez, now," said
Pierre — " A^y are the biggest rokes in de countrj- — dey want
;ijl the trade of this place, so they are going to turn me aowt,
dc yclIo-A' Indians ! Dey shall lose a peeg presently. Oh, dc
f(>-.vh I haf stole from de blackguards ! I put down oats on my
floor— one hen come in, I wreeng his neck — another com^ I
Sleeping under Difficulties. 153
do de same — another, shoost dc same — another and another
and another, till I had two dossen of dem under de floor of my
hut — and I liffed on dem for days — de blackguards, de pagans,
de cut-throats ! — what, is dat you again ?" and away he rushed
with a broom after a dog that was licking a leg of pork in his
back room ; "one would think he was starfed — I gave him a
ham-bone this morning first thing !"
Then we asked about the Wairoa Maories, and he told us
they were paupers born and bred, would not work, and
preferred to live on the Government allowance of flour and
sugar. There was a flour-mill here belonging to the natives,
but it is now broken and decayed ; also a church and school,
both deserted. Laziness and ingratitude were loudly charged
against the Maories by the Frenchman, who finished by saying
— "Dey never think of all that I'fc done for them, bringing
visitors to this place, this good-for-nothing hole, which I belief
W05S the last place created on de face of de earth !"
At length our suggestion as to repose temporarily cut short
Pierre's narratives. " Well, one he can sleep here on this sofa
by de fire, another one he can lie on this side, and one on dc
floor — that makes three ; and two can sleep in de rooms — that
makes de five of you." Without taking off our clothes, and
with rugs over us, we lay down in our appointed places. Sleep,
however, was difficult to obtain, owing to Peter walking out
and in, telling us a tremendous story of how he single-handed
met a crowd of Maories, gave them no quarter, but slew them
all, and grafted the butt-end of his gun into the skull of an old
chief
In the morning we arose, stiff and cold, to find the wind
howling, the rain falling in torrents, and Pierre chasing stray
hens in the middle of a sanguinary tale of war, half heard
amidst the hissing of bacon. By-and-by a Maori slid quietly
in at the door of the hut, and told Captain Owen that the
canoe could not face the gale, and that we would have to wait
till the weather cleared up. As that seemed a question of
weeks, we said we would go by land with this Maori as an
additional guide — the rules being that a native must accompany
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u, tli': f;iiij ,Lj-. R'.: ,rna:;a::a ;• Rot:..'* lake, " inahar.ar \varm\
It vva-> aJ>,u: a :;.;:- in ic:*.;;;:h, and -ircicL; by jjrccn hfils, swept
\>y drivj;.;/ iiii-.tx The Ma .rics have a >a\ in^j in reference to
rain, that \\\m\\ -,lran;^-f:r.-» come llic n*ou:::ain.s weep; and ccr-
lamly on tlii. or:^;^.ion the litllc hills around had burst into
lincontroilabie ^;ri(.f. On this lake are >ituated the two "Tcr-
The White Terrace. 155
races"— unparalleled volcanic phenomena — each a long descent
of wondrous basins formed by the silicious deposits of an over-
flowing boiling spring, which takes its rise high up on the hill-
side. One terrace is white, the other pink — one on each side
of the lake. From our high point of vantage we saw only the
first of these, " Te Tarata," in full view, like an immense white
altar sunk into the hills that encompass the lake — the succession
of basins a broad flight ol steps, and the cloud of steam at the
summit the rising sacrificial incense. We crossed a warm-
flowing creek in a rickety canoe, and came upon a large white
flooring of silicate leading to the lower steps of Te Tarata.
The terrace rose before us in all its strange beauty. We had
to walk for thirty or forty yards along the peculiar flooring,
finding it crisp, hollow to the tread, and covered with a thin
film of water, like ice in the first stage of a thaw — the surface
veined with countless arteries or skeleton twigs interlacing with
each other, and half washed over with deposit, like twigs that
had been frosted into the ground. These fjetrified twigs, and the
Tffings and bodies of birds, together with a large variety of other
articles hardened by the white deposit, can be purchased as
mementoes from the Maories, who, to keep up the trade, place
a constant supply of fresh specimens in the magic waters of the
spring.
The basins that compose the Terrace have been formed by
accretion, though one would have fancied they had been
hollowed out by the water. As the hot spring poured down
year by year over the hill-side, it slowly built up these basins.
These are of an exquisite shell-shape, with smooth rounded
lips, and fringed with delicate stalactites, that droop thickly
over the rim of each basin, in some places like a thick fleece,
in others like hanging moss transformed into marble. The
basins are of varying sizes, capable of accommodating four,
six, or eight bathers, and gradually dwindling off at the base
of the terrace to miniature pools about the size of breakfast-
cups. The lai^e basins curve outwards, and the limits of one
frequently overlap or blend imperceptibly into another. The
water that flows down the terrace is of a bluish tinge, coloured
by some mineral pigment ; the brimming pools in the basins
are of a deep, opaque blue — a blue ne\'er seen in sk>* or sea,
save in a boy's first water-colour painting. The colour,
though aflfording a startling contrast, yet harmonises in hue
with the general appearance of the terrace, which is said to be
of dazzling whiteness :n the sun. The brilliant blue water
looked very queer to us under a dark rainy skj*.
Led by white guide and brown Maori, we conmienced to
ascend the Terrace. Crisp, crisp, crisp ! — ^we went crunching
along the rims of the basins, from one to another, zig>zagging
thus up the front of the Terrace. Crisp, crisp, splash ! — our
feet frequently slipped down the smooth, shelving interior of
the basins, and we felt the warm u-ater unpleasantly in our
boots. As we went up, the pools became of course hotter, till
at the top we beheld the cause of the phenomenon — the boil-
ing cauldron, one hundred feet above the level of the lake. It
was a semi-circular crater, composed of walls of red earth,
which had been gutted out of the hill — according to scientific
authority, a crater of felspathic tufa, decomposed into yellow
and red clays by the steam and gases of the spring. The
cauldron was still, but small bells like diamonds were rising
through the indigo depths to the surface. Strange to say, this
cauldron ebbs or flows according to the direction of the wind,
the spring at times boiling over, and at others becoming a
yawning void.
Looking down upon the terrace, the whole of the basins
were seen at once — the blue pools set in a long descent of
alabaster steps — a fairy scene, viewed under the discomfort of
a gale and driving rain, which however had no power to break
the spell. The whole scene was so amazingly unreal — the
shape of the basins and the'vivid colours so unnatural Nature
seemed for once to have had recourse to art, and eclipsed man
in his own principles of design and effect.
From the White Terrace we walked along a succession of
jxiths of yellow, pink, red, and brown clay, and one that had
the appearance of mottled soap. A deep crater now appeared
with high steep sides, within which water was roaring and
Hot Springs. 157
steaming so wrathfully that when the guide proposed a closer
inspection, one felt as if nearlng the fragile cage of some
infuriated wild beast. A large cone of water, rising four feet
amongst a host of smaller dome-shaped bubbles, travelled
round the crater in all the agony of boiling point, flinging itself
in wild concussions against the walls that mercifully imprisoned
it, as if trying to break out and away from the scene of
confusion. Skirting the raging spring, we came upon a thin
wall of earth, separating this crater from another of equal size
and impetuosity. The narrow ledge shook between the
conflicting forces, and we had to cower down and hold on by
any small shrub we could get within reach. Imagine us,
enveloped in clouds of steam at times, hidden from each other,
with a great commotion of tossing waters all around us. It
was an awe-inspiring scene — or rather experience, for we saw
but little — and we were glad to crawl along the thin high wall
to a place of comparative security.
This was afforded us in an open space of flat stony ground,
seamed by rivulets of hot water, which took their rise in what
looked like a moderate-sized Ash-pond, a circular pool rippling
with heat A native woman, with her child slung behind her,
was one day stooping over this pond, putting in some potatoes
to boil, when the infant, rolling out of the shawl, fell over into
the fatal pool, and in an instant the mother had sprung after it
to certain death. Our guides here went slowly in front of us.
Captain Owen now and then, with outstretched foot, tapping
the ground in advance, and a hollow sound sometimes showing
how needful was the precaution. At one place a hot spring
puffed away with the steady rythmical sound of a stationary
engine ; at another, a jet was roaring like a steamship blowing
off steam ; an intermittent fountain ebbing and flowing. This
spring was in connection with another some distance off, to
which we next directed our step. It was a large, rough basin,
with an escape-hole at one extremity. This hole was about
four feet wide at the mouth, funnel-shaped, narrowing as it
vent down, and the strata of the rock could be seen descending
qnrally. We stood waiting for the water to rise, which it was
158 Suiging Round the World,
said to do every two or three minutes, and had not remained
long when we heard a deep-down gurgling in the funnel.
Nearer it came, and louder, with steam at last and a heavy
rumbling noise. Then the water appeared, rising slowly but
tossing actively — a wave swinging from side to side and flipp-
ing up in the air — splashing, foaming, and rearing, falling back
exhausted, and heaving up again, till the water was flush with
the mouth of the hole, and the wave swung surging round the
basin, shooting out columns of steam. We shrank away at
times as it came near. Then the bursts languished, and the
water abruptly gurgled away like the last dregs in the neck of
an upturned bottle. The Maori scrambled across the warm
basin to the edge of the funnel, and gazed down. But sobn he
sprang back. The underground hot wave had set in again.
The water rose in wrath and broke on the sides of the hole
amid explosions as of miniature torpedoes, and sank as before:
There was next the " Green Lake " to be seen — a small body
of cold water, unruffled — its green not the scum of vegetable
matter, but a pigment, like the blue of Te Tarata. Its cold-
ness and placidity were very grateful amid the surrounding
heat and turmoil.
A canoe was to take us across to the Pink Terrace. The
boatmen proved to be two aged Maories, who were sitting up
to their necks in a warm bath, which was fed by a small gutter
running across the road from a hot spring. They were par-
taking very heartily of potatoes and an enormous mess of
whitebait. They very cordially invited us to share their meal,
which, to tell the truth, we were not sorry to do — eating of
course with our fingers, for when you go to Rotomahana you
have to do as Rotomahana does. With the unceremoniousness
characteristic of this region, the spring gave three alarming
snorts, and a volume of boiling water poured across the road,
making our two old friends roll out of their bath in double-
quick time. Simply clapping on a hat, the elder of the two
conducted us to the canoe. This proved to be half of the
trunk of a tree scooped out, which when new, say some thirty
years ago, may have been a safe craft It could only
7y« Pink Terrace. 159
accommodate three at a time. The canoe wobbled violently,
and as we clutched to steady ourselves, our lingers got into
ripples of hot water. The Maori pushed off, and sprang Into
the frail log without making it tilt, which seemed no small
feat It was an absurd sight to see the gaunt old fellow sitting
up on the stem, stark naked, and dripping with bead-drops of
rain, looking like a carved image, and gravely propelling the
canoe, which he did, by the way, with a .iiingle paddle.
On coming near Llic Pink
Terrace, the canoe crossed a veritable white river flowing
out from the shore — a river of hot milk gushing out of a
crater of white cheese — a sulphur-stream, in fact, taking its
rise in a boiling spring. Then the Pink Terrace came in
view. Now, this is what may be regarded as the greatest
wonder of all — that there should be two terraces. You could
believe in one, as a " fluke " of nature, but you are startled
to find a duplicate marvel. The Pink Terrace is neither so
lat^e nor so beautiful as the White Terrace, though it has a
charm all its own in coming down close to the edge of the lake,
like the flight of river-steps leading to an Indian temple. The
" piak " of this terrace is a delicate salmon-colour, and though
i6o Si7iging Round the WorU.
it has not so bold an effect as the white of Te Tarata, when
seen at a distance, yet the tint is very beautiful on a close in-
spection. Tourists have written their names with pencil on
the silicate, thereby ensuring immortality, for the deposit care-
fully prevents any erasure. We stayed our denunciation on
seeing that an indignant gentleman had already written : —
" Here, where the feet of angels might tread, are inscribed the
ubiquitous names of Brown, Jones, and Robinson ! "
We had a bath of baths here ! The Maori conducted us to
the best* basin, and then rolled into it himself without taking
his clothes off — that is to say, he kept his hat on. He shrugged
himself with ecstasy, and unctuously exclaimed, "Kapai! kapai!
kapai !" (good). The wind' had increased to a gale, and we
could scarcely undress on the edge of the basin for fear of being
blown down into the one below. The sides of the bath were
smooth and velvety, covered with a thin coating of ooze, very
pleasant to the touch. The basin had a sloping side. You
could take any depth you pleased, and at the bottom, a trifle
warmer than the water, was a thick deposit of white mud.
Soon the others came toiling up the terrace from the lake, and
there the six of us swam, dived, and floated, in speechless
pleasure. Rain might strike cold upon our faces, wind might
blow, clouds might frown, but wc were in a state of ecstasy
which even the thought of presently putting on our cold damp
clothes could not allay. It was a bath which European or
Oriental luxury has never yet equalled 1 Wc bathed an hour^
and came out rather light-headed and giddy. We got into the
canoe again, went round the curving base of the noble White
Terrace, and reaching the spot where we had tethered our
horses, were in a few moments in painfully damp trot to
Wairoa.
Our ride back in the darkness to Wairoa was not with-
out adventure. The darkness was an utter darkness, in-
tensified by deep gorges and heavy clouds. The Maori
chanted one of his " make-sings " or songs, and his voice, away
in the van of our Indian file, sounded wild and romantic. \\y
degrees it struck my cousin and myself, the last two cf the
Ba^ to Wairoa. i6i
straggling caravan, that those in front seemed to be getting
farther and farther away. Then it flashed upon us we were
lost ! After a time the Maori came tearing back at a fearful
speed We could hear his horse rushing through the ferns,
with the sound as of rending calico ; and he kept on shouting
till he was close at our cars. Then, riding off apparently at
right angles to the way we had come, he led us back to the
right road.
When within half-a-mile of Wairoa, we saw lights twinkling
fer beneath us, and recollected a precipitous descent which
still lay between us and the settlement. We had crawled up
this on our hands and knees, dragging the horses after us, and
how we were to reverse the process now became a profound
mystery. The road was simply a narrow trench of alarming
gradient, and as greasy with mud as if soaped for our special
destruction. The captain went off first, amidst confused foot-
slipping, hoof-sliding, invectives, and a sound as of man and
horse alternately taking the lead down-hill, and rolling over
and over each other. Then the Maori, followed by his horse,
with one long rush went swiftly to the bottom. The Maori
now proceeded to strike matches to show us the way down,
" Tie up the bridles ! — let the horses slide !" cried the captain.
We turned the first horse's unwilling head to the opening of
the trench, and, with a good push on its hind-quarters, launched
it like a ship, the animal not being able to stop itself. Then
away went the second horse like an avalanche. Number three
swerved at starting, and escaped from us, but he arrived safely
by another route. " Number four now !" shouted the captain,
while the Maori struck his final match ; and whiz went the
last of the horses. One by one we slipped and rolled down the
muddy trench, getting somewhat bruised and bespattered.
The lights of Wairoa were all this time moving about as if
distracted, for the Maories heard our shouting. We made
good haste, and soon alighted at the " Maison," the owner of
which bustled out to greet us. " Ha ! " said he, " I woss shoost
coming with my lantairn to show you down, but I thought I
could do more good making your suppaire." " Quite r^ht, my
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worthy Pierre," replied Captain Owen, and, following the
example of the latter, we stripped ourselves to the skin, and
hung up our wet clothes to dry. Then each robed himself
simply in a blanket, and gathered round the big fire tha
crackled on the floor. Then, after a ham supper, we
warming ourselves till a late hour, listening to Peter's wil^
stories of adventure. What charm lay in those memorab^&e
days of unfettered life — those days of pleasure, hardship, ar^Bad
hard fare! I believe another month would have made i '<^
savages !
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CHAPTER XIII.
Moonl Tongaiiro^Napier — Crossing the Manawatu Gorge — Wnnganui —
— Leaving New Zealand.
Very early, in cold and darkness, we left Ohinemutu for
Napier, a coach-ride of 1 50 miles. We were the only passengers,
the season of the year not being favourable to tourist traffic.
The first stage of fifty miles was unusually rough, and literally
made our heads sore with continued bumping on the
roof. Lake Taupo was reached that evening, the coach draw-
ing up at Tapuaeharuru, a large name for so small a place. It
consisted of a stockade enclosing the post-office, telegraph-
ofHce, store, and barracks, and surrounded by a ditch with
plank-bridges thrown over it at places. The hotel was not
within the palisade, and there we met "Jack," the famous
guide to the Hot Lakes, a big stalwart man, with a heavy
cloak, broad belt, high boots, a hat with a long pheasant's
feather, and the appearance of a Swiss brigand. Lake Taupo
is thirty miles long, and 1 200 feet above the sea. The country
for many miles round is covered with a stratum of pumice,
several hundred feet thick, burying up acres of splendid soil —
all this being the matter ejected in former years from the
neighbouring volcanoes of Ruapehu and Tongariro. Ruapehu
is over 9000 feet high, and is not active now, but Ton-
^riro, 7000 feet high, occasionally breaks out into grand
■eruptions. Three years ago there was a magnificent display,
the whole country being illuminated, and the loud booming of
"Tongariro being heard as far as Napier, sixty miles distant
This evening we had a magnificent view of these two
-mountains, together with the other peaks, ranging from 3000
tp 5000 feet, that surround Lake Taupo. The scene was lit up
Iv a goi|^us sunset A bright crimson hue overspread the
the mighty {ormr ntain-masses, almost
entirely snow-clad, stood oat white, with bold sharp cut
ootlines against the glowing red horizon. We left Taupo next
day amid doleful rain, that bcded ill for our crossing the
ri^'ers. Se\'eral miles on, we reached Opepe, a small
constabularv' station, where there was a large gatherii^
of mounted constabulary, talking over a " play " acted by the
Militarj- Dramatic Amateurs on the previous evening : — ^ Oh !
Henr>', how capitally you did the Count ! You're really a bom
aristocrat, ha, ha ! " ''I don't know now ; I think you as the
Marchioness was splendid ! 'pon my word, you're a tip-topper
in the acting line." " You're both on you good — I liked you
both," said a man, evidently a carrier, staggering in with his
long whip ; " I bet on both of you — giss a drink, lallord — and
Jobson there, he comes the Marquis, the long-lost-heir, in
nobby style, I tell you — he's all there an' no mistake ! " By
nightfall we arrived at a comfortable inn, and by daylight next
morning started upon grand range-scenery. Hundreds of feet
below us rushed a foaming river, while roaring torrents, leaping
out from the towering mountain-sides, shone white through
the grey mists of early morning. Snow-sprinkled heights
gh'ttered here and there. The ravines smoked with vapour like
cauldrons, and the gullies were packed with solid mist like
drifted snow. Lofty steep slopes, mantled with rich green
forests to their ver}- summits, swept majestically before our
gaze, and extended far below, till lost to sight by the pro-
jecting edge of the giddy road upon which our coach was
circling. Every turn revealed new beauty and intensified the
grandeur of the landscape ; while our eyes seemed to widen,
and our whole frame to expand, in sympathy with the ampli-
tude of the view. By-and-by from the top of a high hill, a
strange sight could be seen. About thirty feet down the slope,
there commenced a level white expanse of mist that conripletely
concealed the country beneath on every side, isolating us as it
were above the clouds, on an island high in mid-air, and ex-
tending away out till it reached another range, the peaks of
which, protruding through the mist, seemed little islets in the
great sea of vapour.
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" Get out ! " cried the driver — " there's a tree in the road,"
and he plunged into the bush in search of a wood-cutter. The
tree, with its two thick limbs, had fallen out of the cutting and
was lying across the road. But the driver returned with his
man, and the two soon chopped away the under limb, while
the coach drove under the natural archway with barely an inch
to spare: A little farther on another tree lay across the road,
with a prodigious root which could neither be lopped nor
lifted We unharnessed the horses and led them over the
thick trunk ; then, after arranging gradients of logs, half shoved
half lifted the coach over, the vehicle descending with a crash
on the farther side of the obstruction.
It was quite dark when we got to Fohui, a roadside inn,
where we learned that the rivers were unfordable. A fashion-
ably late dinner was furnished in a woe-b^one outhouse in
the rear of the iiin, the waiter being an eccentric Irishman, who
also officiated as cook. He had a very high-flown manner of
speech. " Gentlemin, little did I think of seeing such as you
in this lone bush, here in this wild ; and though it may cost
me my place, surs ; though I may be acting in direct opposition
to my masthur, yet I'll rishk it, I'll rishk it ! yes, come what
will, I will make you a cup of tea ! " The dinner was one long
joke. "Did time permit, surs; did the heat of the rapidly-
lighting fire allow, gentlemin, I'd prepare you a plate of
buttered toast" " By removing this obstructing plate, I may
be able to deposit the potatoes." " In the cruet-stand you will
find, in its apportioned place, the newly-mixed mustard," We
felt highly flattered, too, when the Irishman stepped up and said
in a stage-whisper — " I was once a gentlemin like any of you,
surs."
We were up betimes in the morning, finding the rain had
abated, and left with a wish from the waiter that we might
" reach our destined place of arrival in good safety." This day
consisted principally in fording, though it was always the same
river we came to— the Esk, " where ford there was (ne.\t to)
nont" We crossed it no less than forty-two times in ten miles,
«ld as it was a turbulent ri' ''ad a very interesting time
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of it The flooded state of the rivers had washed away all the
fords, and numbers of workmen, with spade and pickaxe, were
to be seen starting off to make graded approaches on the
different river-banks. At one place it was impossible to ford,
the current having broken down the approaches. So, with
stones and logs, and after long exertion a gradual slope was
made into the river. But the poor horses sniffed and shied,
and kicked all our wonderful engineering away, to our horror
as we sat on the box, and the coach went with direful crash
and splash into the river, almost on top of the horses, and half
turning over with the violence of the shock. Resuming our
journey, there was more rough bumping, one jolt being so
severe that it threw my brother James off the box-seat upon
the sloping bank on the roadside, whence he rolled upon the
wheels, grazing and contusing his arm.
Our eventful ride ended on a long shingle spit running into
the harbour of Ahuriri, the port of Napier. We were rowed
across in a small boat upon a lumpy sea, two or three waves
coming on board and soaking us to the skin. The river Ahuriri,
in high flood, was running with terrible current and dyeing the
harbour a reddish hue. It cauG:ht our boat and carried us with
great force, despite all efforts, in the direction of a large moored
vessel. The boatman unable to make headway, dropped the
oars, and yelled for a rope from tliose on board, who were
anxiously watching our progress. Before we could catch a
line, the boat was swept at great speed upon the rocks. Quick
as thought we jumped out and scrambled to our feet. We had
a narrow escape from being carried out to sea. In consideration
of the hard work on the road, and the assistance we had given
to the driver, the coach-agent actually offered us a considerable
reduction in the fare. Two days afterwards, we were joined by
my father and sisters, who, it will be remembered, had sailed
from Auckland to Napier by sea. They were five days in a
small steamboat, which at every unfavouring breeze had to run
round some headland for shelter. The coast was thoroughly
explored, though it is not known that much has been added to
the discoveries of Captain Cook and others.
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At Napier, as in other towns, there was a considerable Maori
element in our audiences. As a rule the natives were very
■well-dressed after their fashion, and in most cases occupied
front seats, while they all religiously purchased the book of
words. The manager had engaged a Maori boy to sell the
song-books, but at the close of the entertainment the urchin
had vanished. Next morning, however, he was to be seen
unabashed and guileless, being greatly disappointed at finding
he was not to retain the entire proceeds of the night's sales.
Our route now lay across the North Island from Napier
to Wanganui by coach, a trip that occupied five days. The
road had only been opened a few months, and at several
places had been blocked up by the Maories, because of
some grievances. Word came, too, that the rivers were up,
and altogether the look of affairs was far from encouraging.
The first stage was one of forty miles to Waipawa, an
embryo country town, with stores and a hotel. Two new
banks had just been "established" — that is, two rival banks
had, in expectation of this place becoming lively, sent two
managers here. They lived at this same hotel, helped each
other .peaceably to beef and mutton at dinner, and smoked
together in the verandah. One held his bank in the hotel-
parlour, the other in the bar. The hotel was full of strangers,
whose journeys had been delayed by floods. Walking in the
bush, we met an elderly bushman, followed by his wife, who
looked far older than he. " I come from Maidstone, in Kent,"
said he, with a strong provincial accent — " I've had eighteen
children, and I reared ten of 'em under Squire Plummer at
home. I came out here with young Squire Plummer ; but
before that I drove Wombwcll's Menagerie, and I'm not
ashamed to own it." He led us to a clearing in a green wild
of matai timber, where stood his wooden home, which he had
just completed in the space of one week. " I was flooded out
of my last place six years ago," said this energetic veteran —
•* I've been flooded out two or three times, and my house went
to wreck and ruin, so I've come here to make myself a new
«- ™,g seventy-three )rc !, and yet the old
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fellow talked of beginning life, as it were. " You've come here,**
I remarked, **to spend in comfort the long future that lies
before you?" " I reckon so," said he, "for my father died at
105, and my mother at 1 15 ! "
Next afternoon we rejoined the public coach, and safely
-crossed the Waipawa river. A Maori rode alongside to show
a safe ford on the river Waipukurau ; but he brought us into
deep water, against a submerged terrace of shingle over which
the team could not pull the coach. So the Maori jumped off
his horse and carried the passengers one by one to dry land —
no easy task, as some of us were not by any means light-
weights. There were now some miles of a bad road, along the
beds of rivers, and over sloughs of mud, mostly travelled in the
darkness. At last one or two lights came in sight, and we
drove up to a wayside inn, an excellent specimen of the genus.
It was kept by a Scotchman named Fergusson, who lived at
" Fergusson*s.'' In the old country. Lords get their titles from
their estates ; in New Zealand a man's property is named after
himself ; so the hotel and half-dozen houses in this neighbour-
hood are called '* Fergusson's." Next section of the journey
was commenced just before daybreak, and lay through miles of
mire. Amidst the partial gloom of early dawn we stopped now
and then at some Scandinavian cottage, where letters were
handed to ghost-like forms, and messages returned in
outlandish tongues. There are many of these rough northern
people about this district, engaged in clearing themselves
homes in the bush. These men are the advance-guard of
settlement — bush skirmishers in the van of the army that is
advancing to civilise the forest.
After breakfast at another comfortable roadside hotel, our
journey was through some superb New Zealand bush. The
Australian bush is a park — the New Zealand forest is a jungle.
You can drive round about the trees in Australia, but you
cannot make your way through the dense undergrowth and
close-standing timber of New Zealand. Coach-roads have to
be made at the point of the axe. We were now travelling a
lane cut sharply through these wilds, with straight walls c'
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vegetation on either side. We entered upon the bush from
plain, untimtiered country. As a prelude came one or two
bare, tall trunks — ragged and leafless sentinels to the gateway
of the woods. Then we were whirled into a bewildering
fantasia of vegetation — roulades and cadenzas of foliage —
playing round the steady, rythmical, stately march of the trees,
with lovely fern-trees appearing like grace-notes in the melodic
progress of the grand lofty timber. Everything seemed to be
growing on everything else. Green parasites wound up and
around the trees, vines and creepers hung themselves like ropes
from bough to bough, drooping in festoons or hanging like long
halters, while the "supple-jacks," coiling around the humid,
cylindrical trunks, buried their heads like snakes in the foliage
at the top. Absolute stillness prevailed ; for, except the dull
rumble of the wheels, the infrequent harsh cry of a kaka parrot,
or the cooing of a fantail pigeon %s it flew down the sunny
avenue of bush, there was nothing to break the silence. At
intervals one noticed " pukekos," or Maori swamp-hens, with
red heads, purple bodies, white-spreading tails, and long red
l^s. Through the manuka scrub and spiked toi-toi grass there
trotted, with wagging ears, stray wild pigs, descendants of those
left by Captain Cook, and now regarded as capital game by
the hunter. Logs lay on the ground blood-stained with bright
red splatches of fungus. The karaka tree spread its glossy ivy
leaves, and the rimu hung its graceful, willow-like foliage. The
beautiful wekeponga, or tree-fern, reared its exquisite form
some twenty to thirty feet high — a long black stem suddenly
expanding into an umbrella of spreading fronds, which
sheltered its elegant tracery in the most retired nooks. The
colours in the bush did not call for much remark, the pre-
vailing tint being a bright, humid greenness ; but the attrac-
tiveness of New Zealand forests lies more in the beauty of
form than the charm of colour.
The Manawatu Gorge is the boundary between the pro-
vinces of Hawke's Bay and Wellington. Here the coach
went no farther, and each passenger was slung across the chasm,
"ro feet wide, altti] tuple of planks suspended
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from a wire rope 200 feet above the level of the river. Whether
of the sterner or the gentler sex, you had to get astride this
frail support and hold on by both hands to a small line over-
head. It was a perilous aerial flight Sometimes a timid &ir
one would refuse to venture it, and occasionally men were not
free from pardonable distrust We met one fellow a short way
back, travelling towards Wellington via Napier — a wonderfully
roundabout journey — for the express purpose of avoiding this
gorge. My sister Helen and I took position on the planks,
and the two men at the windlass launched us into space. We
whirred down the rope, which sagged owing to its weight, and
then were slowly drawn up the other side. Now and again the
working-gear gives way, and the unfortunate traveller is Idl
suspended high over the raging torrent ; but on this occasion
everything went smoothly. Robert came over astride between
our luggage, a box in front of him and a large trunk behind
him. To us who had crossed, he appeared a human spider
slowly crawling along a gossamer line. The plank came vio-
lently against the bank, the concussion of the luggage almost
knocking the breath out of my brother's body. The signal was
given, and the apparatus went back to fetch my father, who
had the honour of being drawn across solus. Then Marjory
and James started, and had advanced successfully half-wa/^
when a jerk of the hauling rope whipped off my sister's hzt'^^
which soon floated a black speck far beneath on the foam,
primitive board and pulley have now given place to an iro
cage, a bridge, also, is being built across the river, with mas
sivc piers, which are not by any means unnecessary, for
Manawatu, running in this compressed channel, very ofte
rises forty feet in a single night
The gorge was peculiar in its grandeur. The heights, rear-
ing themselves giddy on either hand, were concealed by thick-
est vegetation — the immense forests, diminished to shrubbery
by distance, and starred by peeping fern-trees, sweeping dovm
like a richly-patterned green carpet upon the face of the preci-
pices. Heavy rain-clouds, brooding over the gorge^ trailed
deeply into the tree-tops, and through these smote pierdi^
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gleams of sunshine, that, striking the opposite heights, lit up
the bright verdure with flakes of still more vivid green. The
goi^ shot out headlands and bluffs — the splendid vista stretch-
ing along till it ended in abrupt high portals, through which '
we saw an open window of white sky, and the distant low-
lying country framed in like a picture by the natural gateway.
The road now skirted one side of this gorge at an elevation
of 300 feet — a mere shelf of a road cut out of the solid rock.
He told us the road was so dangerous that the proprietors,
from motives of economy, had put on an old coach ; but we
are inclined to regard this as a fabrication. When we came to
a comer, he drove the horses out as if going into space, and
just when their front hoofs seemed slipping into the abyss, he
dexterously wheeled the coach round. We never felt so
strongly that it was one's duty to ease the brute creation by
getting out and walking; but the eye of the driver was upon
us, and our honour at staka A horseman met us, and he had
to stand quietly at a somewhat wider portion of the road; till
we had driven cautiously past him. At the softer cuttings the
earth crumbled down by the vibration of the coach, and at one
spot lay a heap of stones that had fallen out on the driver's
last trip, and almost finished his career. The most dangerous
thing, however, seemed to be the waterfalls that poured over
the road, interrupted in their headlong rush to the river. The
larger cascades, that would have worn down the road, were
boarded up by wooden shutters that flung back the stream
upon the rocks and sent it rushing through a culvert This
hazardous road is only four and a half miles long, but nine
men are employed all the year round clearing and repairing it
At the township of Palmerston we heard definitely that the
Oroua bridge had been blocked by the Nga-tika-whate tribe,
and that the short cut to Wanganui was impossible. The
Maori grievances centred in one of a number of reserves. The
natives wished for power to lease and sell land, like the white
man, an old Act of Parliament forbidding their doing so save
duDU^ Government. The whole affair seemed to have been
i^pted by ftorek^en^n who had advanced money and
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provisions to the native land-owners on the security of this land,
and in the hope of being ultimately able to purchase it A
short time previously, a Scotsman named Macdonald, who had
worked himself into the good graces of the natives and been
elected a chief, shot one of the horses of a mail-coach that
attempted to cross the boundary, and this Scotch Maori now
lay in Wellington awaiting trial. A strong four-railed fence
had been erected across the bend of the river, and trees felled
across all the tracks through the bush, while a large company
of old women, and children had been stationed to watch the
bridge. This necessitated our travelling forty miles out of our
way. I may state that the road was latterly forced open by
the armed constabular}*^, and Macdonald received three years'
imprisonment Twenty-four miles of a horse-tramway brought
us to Foxton ; we had now reached the other side of the
island.
Next morning we left for Wanganui. On harnessing up,
one of the horses butted and knocked our driver violently upon
the ground, and he scarcely recovered from the shock all day.
One of the coach-passengers was a boy who had run away from
a ship in which he had been a midshipman. He appeared
about fourteen years of age, and was reading a novel. The
young scamp had left Leith but a year ago, and told us, in a
cool, careless manner, that he intended making his own fortune
in the world, and was now on the way to a sheep-station.
The coach traversed lonely plains, sprinkled with home-
steads and Maori pahs, fields and native settlements, whar&s
and villas, white man and brown mixing peaceably in their
avocations. We sighted the river Wanganui, and drove along
one bank of it, while on the opposite side stretched the town
that bears its name. Houses and shops with big signs lined
the shore — in front of them, Maori tents, canoes, produce, small
wharves, and the bright shining river ; while behind lay the
body of the town, backed by clumps of green hills, on one of
which stood the fortified "Block House." We crossed into
the middle of the town by a magnificent iron bridge, and put
up at a hotel overlooking the Market Square. In the centre
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of this square stands a monument erected to the Maories who
fell fighting against the Hau-Hau rebels in a battle not far
from Wanganui. The inscription runs : — " In memory of the
biave men who fell at Motua in defence of Law and Order
against Fanaticism and Barbarism." There is much here to
remind a person of the Maori war. Besides the " Block House,"
with its loop-holes and musket-holes, there are the many-
monuments one sees in the churchyards, reared to those slain
during that deplorable struggle.
There is here an extraordinary nest of North Britons. The
Scottish element even penetrates into the bill-of-fare of the
hotel, and you are supplied with porridge, despite the fact that
the cook is a Chinaman. Imagine "parritch" made by an
Asiatic ! The Scotch people were most of them characters in
their way. At home, men are generally stereotyped, seem
made in one oommon mould, with not much opportunity to
develop peculiarities, but here, as in all new countries, there is
independence of thought and action. Some of the Scotsmen
even prided themselves on the way they had kept their dialect
intact for many years — displayed their accent as they might
have done some fine old wine ! One Wanganui man had gone
home to Scotland, but he came back again gladly to New
Zealand. People in the old country were too formal and stuck-
up for him, and he returned joyfully to the freedom of this
part of the world, where " everyone can do what he likes and
how he pleases, without consulting anybody t " Many people
we met were farmers, all prosperous, with everything good to
say about the land, but grumbling sorely at what they called
the " pest of pheasants." These birds have become as great a
plague as the rabbits in Western Otaga
Among our fellow passengers to Wellington in the small
steamer " Manawatu," chanced to be two noted Maori chiefs,
who were going down to the capital to inquire into some native
grievances. Scores of Maories came to hold a "Tangi," or
" Farewell Sing," in their honour. The two chiefs, dressed in
tweed, waved their white hats. "Goo-byi- "" ^hey
cried. " Goo-bye, goo-bye !" was echoed
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the eldest chief mounted to the bridge of the steamer, and while
he stood bare-headed, sang a vigorous " Parting Song/' one line
by himself, and the shore bursting loudly into the refrain. One
woman in a man's black frock coat leaped excitedly in immense
curtsies, twirling her fingers, and screaming out farewell. The
steamer gliding off, the chiefs stood up together on the paddle-
box, and sang a duet, which was phonetically as follows : —
" Ah xnaka ceky pooaroa, ee — ah — too,
Mowy hootoo teeky ranga pah wajrratoo ! "
or something to that effect, replied to by something like this : —
" Oha reeky pookoo poo, hekky parawa,
Wangaroa whato te, hapoo whakawa I "
The ceremony finished in a magnificent " Hep, hep, hooray ! "
From different points on each side of the river rushed other
Maories, who ran singing until their breath failed, the two
honoured chiefs bolting first to one side of the steamer and then
to the other, according to the loudness or warmth of their re-
ception.
Having revisited Wellington, Christchurch, and Dunedin, we
turned our faces again towards Melbourne. It was with no
common feelings of regret that we parted from our many kind
friends in this far-off quarter of the world. When we set sail
— when the south-western ranges faded in the evening mists,
our verdict on New Zealand was summed up in these words,
"We ne'er shall look upon its like again !"
Return to Melbourne.
CHAPTER XIV.
On the voyage from New Zealand, a gale started up and blew
in our teeth for several days, culminating on the seventh in a
i^ging tempest. The captain vowed that had his not been a
mail-boat he would have " turned tail." During the night a
wave smashed under the "counter" of the steamer, and all,
even the mate, who was on duty at the time, thought she had
struck a rock — all, save one old traveller, who turned himself
over in his berth, said knowingly, "One!" and listened.
* Ah," he continued, with a relieved expression, " it's all right —
had there been three bumps, it would have been a rock. I'm
used to shipwreck — I've been in the China Seas," The voice
of this connoisseur in disaster then became lost in a howling
climax of the storm. Right glad were we to arrive in
Melbourne. Driving along the busy streets our waggonette
was stopped every minute by welcoming friends. A series of
prosperous farewell concerts were given, the final performance,
in the Town Hall, being attended by over 3000 persons.
Then we sailed north again to Sydney. The weather seemed
almost tropical, as if on purpose to give suiting welcome to the
ex-Kingof Fiji, whose arrival on the shores of Australia was
everyday expected At last H.M,S. "Dido" hove in sight,
and we went down to the jetty to assist in the reception of
Cacombau. At the gate of the delightful grounds that led to
the Governor's residence, stood several Fijians, with formidable
war-clubs. A gentleman shook hands with each of the blacks,
gravely saying, " I salute you, my fellow - countrymen ! "
When the boat conveying the King touched the shore, the
<jOvemor shook hands with his Fijian Hfehnesa Cacombau
vu a swarthv. srrev-headed man, porti ice with a
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long white beard. He was bareheaded, barearmed, barelegged,
and barefooted, had his body lightly covered with a clean
white shirt, while round his waist was tied an ornamental robe.
Sir Hercules Robinson took the old man's arm and led him to
the vice-regal mansion. As they passed us, the Governor was
saying to Cacombau, ** What do you think of Sydney Harbour?*
and we thought of the number of times the poor King would
have to answer that question before he left these shores !
In June of 1875 we took farewell of Australia. We left
Sydney on a voyage to San Francisco by way of Auckland
(New Zealand) and Honolulu in the Sandwich Islands. The
day was miserable, Sydney Harbour almost hidden by lashing
rain, and all things looking dreary. The steamer slowly
battled out of Port Jackson. The sea swept in past the pre*
cipitous headlands with seeming overwhelming rush, lifting the
large vessel as if it had been a tug-boat. During the next
five days it was the same dreary game of pitch and toss. The
steamer was far too heavily laden. She was a vessel of 140a
tons, and carried 2100 tons of coal, enough to take her to San
Francisco and back. Seas washed over the deck from morn-
ing till night, and after a while poured into the cabins below,
from whence we heard the plaintive cries of a large family of
children.
Every day the gale increased in violence, and the engines-
had to be put at quarter speed, owing to the head seas. At
two o'clock on the morning of the seventh day, the wind ros^
to a howling tempest, accompanied by vivid lightning. A tow-^
ering sea broke like thunder over the steamer and submerged-
it from stem to stern. I was awakened, like everybody else,^
by the fearful noise, and by the icy-cold water rushing through
the lattice-work of the berth, and soaking me to the skin. Get-
ting up in a great hurry, my limbs found themselves in a two-
foot depth of water, with boots, socks, and bundles washing
about in every direction. The sea had poured over the fore-
yard, and swept the vessel fore and aft. It first carried away
the butcher's shop, never more to be seen — then washed sly
and sheep-pens, pigs and pig-styes, hens and hen-coopff
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overboard — stove in the wheel-house — washed the boats adrift
■ — broke into the captain's cabin, and the door, torn off its
hinges, gashed open the captain's eye, then rushing about the
upper deck, the sea poured in one great wave into the engine-
room and furnace-room, deluging the stokers and reaching to
within an inch or so of the fires. Had another sea like this
come over, the fires would have been extinguished, steerage-
way lost, and we would assuredly have gone to the bottom.
The sea in its fury swept down two canaries from their airy
perch inside the skylight ; but the cold, bedraggled songsters
were rescued from the flood, and my mother compassionately
placed them in her bosom, where, revived by the gentle
warmth, they uttered feeble chirrups.
When the water had poured into the saloon, the passengers
hastily appeared in all stages of undress. We jumped out,
treeing warily to keep our bare feet from the broken glass
that washed about like shingle with every heavy roll of the
steamer, while stray tin basins floated violently against our
shins. The captain himself soon appeared, with bandaged,
Ueedtng face, and gave stentorian orders. The passengers
stood in long line, ladling up the water with every possible
utensil — some of us handing along the full buckets, and some
baling out with pots, pans, and shovels — the harsh scooping up
of the water, the clatter of pails, and the chorus of voices
shouting " Pass up the empties !" being almost drowned by the
noise of the great volume of water as it rolled backward and
forward against the sides of the saloon. By four o'clock in the
morning, the work was done, after incessant hard labour. The
soaking mattresses and bedclothes were heaped up on the floor
of the saloon, and we lay down to sleep on rugs. Then the
stewards came round and gave tea to one, brandy to another,
till all foigot their troubles.
Next day the weather cleared. The steamer presented a
woful spectacle. The decks were strewn with wreckage — the
door of the captain's cabin, the remnants of pens and -coops,
and three stove-in boats. The companion-ladder was in
pieces, — the sky-light of the engine-room completely smashed,
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railings twisted like cork-screws — and a strong iron vendlator
punched in like a cocked hat The hardest heart, too, would
have been touched by the aflecting sight of a scraggy, drenched
hen roosting with sad feeble eye amongst the skeleton wredc
of its old coop, to which the fowl still seemed to cling with a
tender feeling. Exhilarated by the weather, the young men
on board, and se\'eral old one's too, formed themselves into aa
impromptu troupe of Christy Minstrels, sitting along die
saloon skylight, and going through a long programme of songs,
choruses, and jokes. On the ninth day we approached
Auckland, four days overdue ; and the New Zealand people
were hardly expecting to see us at all. Before leaving, wc
took on board three carpenters, who were going with us to
San Francisco and back for the sole purpose of repairing the
damage.
Near the close of a summer afternoon, sixteen days after
leaving Auckland, the " Macgregor " neared the Sandwich Is-
lands. First an island with a peak 10,000 feet high ; behind it
a mountain 13,000 feet in height — both active craters. Before
us appeared the brown velvety outlines of the island upon which
Honolulu is situated. As night set in we lay off the town,
which could be seen by its twinkling lights.
The steamer whistled again and again — rockets and bluft
lights were displayed — but no pilot came. At last our long-
expected man — who, being a pilot, lived some distance inland — *
was seen approaching in a boat, and lighting the small beacof^-'
of the harbour. Then he waved a red lantern, and shoute^^
" Back, back ! you're over the reef!" He clambered on boarc£^
telling the captain in Scotch accents that he, the pilot, h
never been so frightened before, for in a few moments the co;
would have rent a hole in the steamer. A boat shoots off froo^
the side of the steamer. Hark ! what hideous yells break fortf^
upon the murky air ! Six natives appear to be killing tw^
others in the bows. The victims utter thrilling cries,
reach the shore. Fearful shrieks ! Then fresh yells from
party of rescue, determined to conquer the bloodthirsty vtUab^
by superior lung-power. A pitched battle ensues^ a flappi
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of bare feet, two piercing cries, a low murmur of many voices,
and the dark deed is over I " Good gracious ! what has hap-
pened ? ** " Oh," says the quartermaster, ** 'specks them niggers
have just taken a rope ashore ! "
In the morning the little harbour, backed by the rugged
volcanic mountains, was bright in the sun — its blue waters
fringed with cocoa-nut groves and huts, and dotted with native
canoes. The streets of Honolulu were quaint and lively. Every
few steps a Kanaka could be seen toiling along between two
lofty narrow bales or pillars of hay, seven or eight feet high,
and sold for horse-feed. Down the narrow thoroughfares
dasbed native equestrians at a headlong pace — the women
riding astraddle like the men, with long gay-coloured scarfs
floating out behind them.
The passengers were besieged by natives with hacks for hire
— miserable horses with Mexican saddles, that seemed like a
house-roof of leather put upon the poor animal's back. The
saddle has a large horn in front for hanging the lasso on,
which pommel is always digging itself playfully into the dia-
phragm of the trusting stranger. Furthermore, the stirrups
are leather shoes, and end at the heel in a big flap. The
Mexican mustang is spirited and skittish, and the state of
aflairs is not improved by the double bit, which you are
cautioned " not to pull on." A fellow-passenger mounted one
of these scraggy backs, pulled on the rein to steady himself,
and the mustang instantly threw its rider, stunning him for
several minutes. The rest of our steamboat friends rode off"
carefully on their respective little steeds — a side-splitting
exhibition, each equestrian being shaded with a straw hat of
great circumference, the legs of the rider almost trailing on the
ground, and the flaps of the stirrups going like fans with every
jc^ of the animal.
Very few strangers fail to see the wonderful Pali or Pass
lying at the back of Honolulu. We hired a waggonette from
a Chinamani another from a Kanaka, and were driven ofl* by
nationalities.' Reaching a slight hill at the end of the
■^ur vehicle, turned a corner, and found
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ourselves on the edgeof an abyss, high above an enormous
sweeping landscape. Away beneath you spreads a vast expanse
of country, flooded in sunshine, broken up into heaving brown
billows covered with a dark surge of vegetation, and through
it all stretching a blood-red road like a long sinuous serpent
To the left, the landscape rises in a prolonged steady swell,
till it laps the base of a giant precipice — a sombre, heavy
mountain mass, its face lined with downward ribs of rock, like
a huge cathedral-wall, and its summit concealed by heavy
clouds. At the foot of this towering cliff, but invisible because
of distance or concealing foliage, lie some thousands of whitened
human skulls and bones, the ghastly memorial of a hidpous
catastrophe long lost in the mists of tradition. Closer to you
stands a peak like a massive tusk or horn, while other heights
circle behind you, and a long causeway, a continuation of the
valley-road, winds steeply down the sides of the eminences to
the low-lying country. To your right, with magical effect,
appear the tranquil waters of the Pacific, glistening under the
full glare of noon-day ; and round the curving rim of the shore,
a belt of light green shoal water, with a fringe of foam breaking
white upon the coral reef.
Human figures were not wanting to give additional interest
to the scene. Up the long precipitous causeway came a
Kanaka riding to town with a pack-horse, on each side of
which hung a sack with a black pig's head sticking out of it ;
then a party of six Spanish-looking priests, with shovel-hats
and long black coats, cantering on mustangs. On the way
back, a Kanaka took us through " Queen Emma's Garden,"
the grounds belonging to the widow of a Hawaian King. We
saw nothing but weeds and rank growth, but the native put a
bold face on it, and acted the cicerone in an admirable man-
ner, pointing out the arbour usually occupied by the Queen,
and the trees specially admired by her Majesty. He was really
a capital guide, and even when we discovered that this was not
the garden of Queen Emma after all, we could hardly feel
angry with the fellow.
The Kanakas appear to be quiet, well dressed, healthy peo-
ple. The women attire themselves in long flowing gowns, tied
Ttie Kanakas. i8i
,high up about the chest, so that their waists appear to be under
their armpits. The men dress in modification of European
costume. Their favourite food is " poi," made of ground taro-
root and water, in a state of fermentation — the Kanakas being
in this respect different from their forefathers, who in the days
of Captain Cook went in more for a carnivorous diet There
are different stages of " poi." We saw a native pounding dough
with a pestle. This was " hard poi,*' and eaten with the fin-
gers. There is, for example, " one-finger poi," which you poul-
tice your finger with, and by adroit balancing convey to your
mouth. There is also a further stage of fermentation, " two-
finger poi," when it becomes so thin that two fingers are re-
quired to lift it Then there are more stages still — " three and
four finger poi," — till you reach " hand poi," when the watery
mixture has to be scooped into the mouth.
The white community of Honolulu is very quiet and homely.
Any stranger arriving to take up abode here is welcomed as a
novelty, and open house is kept in his or her honour. If a lady
has a dress she doesn't care for, or one that is superfluous, she
sells it to a friend. Old dresses are a marketable commodfty.
One Honolulu lady we afterwards saw in San Francisco, buying
there a great amount of artificial flowers, and saying, " I've
bought more than I want, of course, but then when ■ I go back
home the folks will be crowding round me to buy them ! "
Here the " Macgregor " took on several passengers, including
five or six officers of the American war-steamer " Pensacola,"
then lying in port In the evening the brass band of the man-
of-war serenaded the officers. The musicians were rowed along-
side our steamer — their boat, brilliantly illuminated with lamps,
shining like an enchanted barge or Venetian gondola. When
the band finished a tune the passengers burst out with a stirring
American song — instrumental and vocal music alternating for
about an hour. Then we steamed off amid the inevitable
strains of " Auld Lang Syne," played by the band and joined
in by those on board. So ended our short stay of 24 hours in
this Pacific Paradise. In 9 days from Honolulu, 31 days from
Sydney in all, we had arrived at San Francisco.
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CHAPTER XV.
San Francisco— The City and the People — ^The Trans-Continental Railway— Salt
Lake City — A Mormon Sermon— Chicago — Hotel Life in America.
As we approached the shores of Cah'fomia, a white sea-fog
obscured the view ; but nearing the Golden Gate, the entrance
to the harbour of San Francisco, the sky cleared, and we
beheld the high sunny slopes that converge towards the
Heads. The interesting Seal Rock was passed, on which huge
sea-lions were basking in the sun. Then, farther in, an old
Spanish fort, suggestive of the time when San Francisco was
the site of a Roman Catholic mission — a heavy, square fortress
close to the water's edge, with cannon on its big flat roof, and
looking as if settling into the harbour by reason of its own
dead weight. A point of land drawing off, displayed an
unsatisfactory back view of the arid heights of the great
occidental metropolis, which might have been called Sand
Francisco without the smallest injustice.
When moored to the wharf, the vessel was boarded by an
unbroken string of hotel-runners, each shouting out the name
of his hotel in strong nasal twang with a ring of the dollar
about it — adding " Free Coach " as an extra inducement, anc^
each feverishly jerking his cards into the unwilling hands of thi
passengers, every one of whom feels after a while that this is
interesting round game of hotels, and he holds all the trump
Having fixed upon one fellow, who bespeaks us urgently for^
his " ho-tel " (not any sort of " tel," mind you, but a A^-tel), we ^
are driven off in an elegant carriage and pair.
San Francisco, despite its situation amid the barren sand-
dunes, has made great progress. Montgomery Street is the
chief street, but it seems narrower than it really is by the lofty
buildings on either hand — the view at one extremity being
shut off by the colossal proportions of the new Palace Hotel.
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You feel at once in an American town by the peculiar shop-
sig^s, and the advertising banners hung across the streets. We
took up our abode at the Grand Hotel, the spacious dining-
room of which accommodated three hundred persons. It was a
building of four stories, but dwarfed by being opposite the
great. new Palace Hotel. This latter has been put up in
defiance of the earthquakes that occasionally "shog" the
Pacific Slope. It is a big thing, " I guess " — the biggest thing
of the kind in the world. Architecturally, however, it is a
failure. Sober-minded people regard it as only a kind of
superior barracks. Its "hugeosity" is only equalled by its
"uglitude."
This is the city of extravagance, fast living, and excitement
The number of hawk-eyed men we met in the streets was
remarkable, and one felt that in a short time he might become
hawk-eyed too. A morbid business spirit prevails. Every-
thing seems undertaken as if the end of the world were next
week, and much had yet to be done. Men weary their brains
over stocks and shares till no one wonders that the lunatic
asylum of California is the largest in the United States. A
marked looseness of living and dissipation of thought exists.
Such-and-such a man was pointed out as being "famous''
{Ang^/icij notorious) for certain questionable transactions ; and
this lady here was described as being the " smartest woman in
San Francisco," one who " drove the flashest team in all the
city." At one of our concerts there was present a lady who
had shot a man. She had been tried for murder, and sentenced
to be hanged, when it was discovered she possessed forty thou-
sand dollars. Of course, a new trial was immediately instituted
— an "intelligent" jury said ** Not guilty," and the woman goes
free to this day. Still a strong feeling of equality obtains
here. Being one forenoon in a printing-office, I saw a group
of persons round the clerk's desk — the employer standing
surrounded by the foreman and several others of the work-
people. They were engaged anxiously looking over the prize-
list of a lottery. '* Oh " said the master, " tut, tut, I had the
number just before the lucky one." " And I," growled a small
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printer's ** deil " with a smudge on his nose — " I had the one
after ! "
Everything is advertised to death. Political, social, and
religious meetings are placarded as if money were not the
slightest object. Loathsome pills and lotions glare in elephan-
tine letters of white paint on the hoardings. Looking up the
grand vista of fashionable Montgomery Street, we see " Gin
Cocktails " stencilled along the curb-stones. The railways puff
their lines like any tradesman. An enterprising agent, with a
phenomenally strong accent, scented us out as new arrivals,
button-holed us, and promulgated the great advantage of taking
his special railway route — stating also that " he'd fix us up all
straight," "wouldn't fight shy over heff a dollar," and "would
be happy to show us any attention while in town."
A large portion of San Francisco is given over to thousands
of Chinese, who inhabit what is called China Town. Hundreds
of Celestials swarm along the pavements, their dark hats and
dark blue blouses giving a sombre colour to the view, which is,
however, enlivened by gay paper lamps and ornamental veran-
dahs. Everywhere we saw wretched haunts, opium dens, and
gambling resorts — each of them down a flight of stairs, below
the level of the street, with the prostrate forms of the Chinamen
seen dimly through the thickly-hanging smoke. In the opium
dens the torpid Celestials are stowed away two deep on shelves
— the charge being about " half a dollar a dream ! " Many
trades are in full swing in China Town, for John appears in one
place as an industrious butcher, cutting up very scraggy meat
and dispensing mysterious ** interiors " to the lank-faced custo-
mers — in another, hard at work pegging shoes — in another
making cigars, a business he has monopolised to the exclusion
of white workmen — in another acting as laundryman, ironing
shirt " bosoms," and anon, after bulging his cheeks with water,
squirting the liquid in thin spray over the linen. As a Celes-
tial never goes " on the spree," he is much appreciated by the
road-contractors and farmers. But the Califomians as a body
are opposed to the influx of the Celestials. The great questioa
is, how far will this Chinese flood spread ? It is no joke to
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a reservoir of three hundred million people. The great Repub-
lic is supposed to welcome every creed and colour, but shows
considerable reluctance in embracing the Chinaman. In San
Francisco there is but little observance of the Sunday : drinking
saloons, ice-cream restaurants, druggists, clothiers, booksellers
— all kinds of shops are open. The boot-black plies on the
side-walk. Street cars convey their loads to "Woodward's
Pleasure Gardens." The newspapers are published as usual,
and are for sale in the hotels. The streets throng with idlers,
while numbers are whirling off to pic-nics. At night the opera-
house, theatre, and music-hall are open ; while now and then a
lively brass band parades the street Yet there is no lack of
churches, some of them with good congregations.
We crossed the bay to Oakland, the popular suburb of San
Francisco. The town owesits name to being situated in a
grove of evergreen oaks. The railway, as in most American
towns, runs up the middle of the street, with occasional wooden
platforms for passengers dropping off here and there through
the city. Vehicles drive calmly across the track of an advanc-
ing engine, and boys skip playfully almost under the shadow
of its large funnel. The locomotive is a domesticated monster;
the American has metaphorically taken it to the bosom of his
family. Railways are well managed in America. There is not
the jamming at a small window to purchase your ticket a few
minutes before the train starts. You can engage your sleeping-
berths as if you were going on a sea-voyage, and buy your
ticket a day or two beforehand, if you like, at one of the vari-
ous agencies scattered through every large town. Neither do
you have to look vigilantly after your luggage, thanks to the
"checking" system. On the other hand, in no part of the
world will your trunks receive worse handling than on an Am-
erican railroad, for the porters pitch them about as if they were
made of cast-iron. Experienced travellers carry trunks that
look as if they were armour-plated. One box of ours was to-
tally destroyed here in a single journey. The sides were
" caved in " the top broken, the bottom split, the fragments
IkM topet^ier b^ a skeletc*" Tork of roping — so
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ruined, in fact, that we immediately gave it to the hotel
for firewood.
San Jos^, the most beautiful town in the State of Califomiac^
lies in the Santa Clara valley, fifty miles south of San Fran— ^
Cisco. As you arrive, the train for a long distance slowly*^-
" tolls " its way down a narrow, winding lane of fragrant —
orchards, with the fruit hanging thickly on each side of the "
cars, almost within reach of the hand. Truly it is the " Garden
of California." The thoroughfares are roads lined with trees^
which relieve the staring appearance of the streets. The
Mexican element, noticeable all over California, is very strong
in San Jos6. Mexicans ride about the streets on their mus-
tangs. At the hotel, too, there were Mexican waiters, — sallow-
faced, moustached fellows, who looked far too picturesque for
restaurant business, spoke in broken English, and darted about
as if in prosecution of a vendetta, fiercely and fierily reciting
the bill of fare : — " Beef, mutton, pork-an'-beans, *stooed * toma-
toes, veal, tongue, fried-brains-in-crumbs, corned beef, tea, coffee
— which?" threatening us thus with a long list of viands.
There is quite a mixture of nationalities here, as was shown
once in a funny way ; for, happening to be in an ironfoundiy»
we heard the foreman suddenly call out, " Ueau Teau, aqua
aqua, wasser wasser — water, you beggars, hurry up ! "
During our Sundays in San Francisco and San Josd, there
were good opportunities of hearing American psalmody. One
showy church left all the service of praise to the salaried voca-
lists, each of whom stood behind a music-stand upon an opeo
platform. When the garish organ had concluded a showy
voluntary, the choir of four stood up and rendered a florid
anthem. Another church had a choir, numbering about one
dozen, which sang several elaborately-set hymns and one or
two anthems like those in vogue during the palmy days of R
A. Smith, — the accompaniment consisting of organ, comet, and
flute ! Then the congregation, led by the choir, sang a hymD
to one of the characterless melodies that are the bane of Ame-
rican psalmody. The amount of feeble church-music that ob-
tains in the land, the musical " pap," the adaptations of this and
Ameriean Churches. i&j
Iba^ and the weak original anthems without end are something
■wonderful Though the pride that prompts a cultivation of
"home-made" music is pardonable, yet an abolition of all such
inane works as " Angel Harps," " Celestial Strains," " Golden
Lyres," " Heavenly Pearls," " Lutes of Zion," and an introduc-
tion of solid intelligent psalmody, substantial alike in words
and music, would be a great boon to the churches of America.
The tendency of the Americans is to secularise. The Con-
gregational Church at Sacramento is used through the week as
a public hall for respectable entertainments and public meet-
ings. The Americans have not, like us, the same hallowing
respect for mere buildings. One San Francisco clei^man,
whom we knew, used to promenade the principal streets during
the afternoon smoking a cigar, wearing a coloured necktie, and
his dress otherwise by no means proclaiming his vocation.
Being remonstrated with by two of his elders (who, if Ameri-
cans, must have been more than usually strict), he replied that
he saw no virtue in a white neck-cloth, no harm in a cigar, and
"sae the matter ended."
The Sunday-school is an excellently managed institution in
America. One school we were in had a large gathering of the
congregation present The superintendent, in light trousers
and vest, white coat, and blue necktie, gave out a hymn, and
told the children to do their best, for " strangers from a foreign
clime" (Scotland!) "were to listen to their efforts." At San
Josi the clergyman finished his sermon thus : " Brethern, I
hope you wont leave now at the end of the service, but stay
and attend Sunday-school, for I can tell you there's to be a
rare treat to-day. My Scotch brother, Mr. Kennedy, who is
DOW making canvass of this country, is to sing and speak to
the young folks. Our Scotch friends are to sing in this town
for three nights, too, and I must say they're excellent, for I
heard them myself in San Francisco, and advise you all to go."
This looked so unblushing an advertisement that we were
dumfoundered ; but we afterwards got more into the ways of
tills original country ! Many of the congregation remained,
and we were introduced l^ the minister — after which my
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father spoke a few words to the scholars. Previous to the
singing of some sacred pieces, or what the minister called
"** songs " — for everything, whether it be a hymn, glee, duet, or
trio, is a "song" in America — the clergyman made a little
speech on the great importance of singing, both in school and
church, and concluded by stating his belief that "the songs
sung here below were echoed from the other side of the dark
flood by those upon the golden shore." The minister, who was
a big-built man with a strong flow of animal life and spirits,
and all the appearance of one who lived much in the open air,
■conducted the singing of the children with great vigour, beat-
ing time with a wave of his book, occasionally turning his back
upon the assembly, and walking off*, as if abstracted in the
sweet thoughts of the words. The performance of one piece
did not please him at all, and the way he corrected it was
very characteristic. " Now, children," he cried, stopping them,
" if your uncle were to give you half a dollar, you wouldn't go
to your ma and say in a mournful tone of voice, * Ma, there's
uncle been and given me fifty cents.' No, you'd rush up and
exclaim, * Ma ! only fancy ! dear Uncle John ! you'll never
guess what he's gone an' done ! he's ginn me a whole half
dollar all to myself!' And so you sing as if you only half
believed it, in this sleepy way " (mimicking the scholars): —
""*! — loave — to t-e-1-1 the stoary!' when you should shout it
with your heart and soul," and the minister, with a sweep of
his book, again started the hymn, the children singing with
certainly a great increase of enthusiasm.
Stockton was the hottest place we had visited in California,
the thermometer at one time registering lOO' in the shade.
From hence, we went to Sacramento, an enjoyable town, and
the capital of California, though the population is only a few
thousands. We saw a great political meeting here. In
a few weeks there was to be an important election of
State officials, ranging from senator down to police-
sergeant. The Democrats were vigorously canvassing
their "ticket," denouncing the Republicans as having a
weak "platform," while the latter was equally vehement
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in return. Fire! The street is flooded with a bright glare.
An immense bonfire flares in the middle of the thoroughfare,
with scores of boys dancing and shouting round it. Bang,
bang ! a salvo of cannon is discharged ; whiz, whiz, whiz !
rocket after rocket tears through the air. Large election-
banners are flapping high across the street — a brass band
mounted at a window plays lustily. All eyes centre on a
rostrum, arched over by gas-jets in front of a hotel. A tall
orstor commences a stirring address — the poor American
eagle being dragged in every few moments in the character of
a phoenix. The orator shakes his iron-grey hair, stamps,
waves his arms wildly, and revels in " mud-throwing." The
speaker creates no more interest amongst the people than if he
bad been auctioneering diamonds before a crowd of paupers ;
but the want of excitement is made up by artificial means.
The brass band strikes up " Yankee Doodle." More wood is
heaped upon the waning fires — the cannon boom again — blue
rockets shoot through the sky. Judge Somebody-or-other then
rises and makes a few remarks — a grey-haired gentleman who
does the allegorical business, " flag trailing in the dust," " rally
round the watch-fires," " the old fight," " banner that has waved
on a thousand (!) battle-fields," etc. He concludes by an
eloquent address to the opposite side of the street. " Mothers
of America," this to three ladies on a balcony, who must have
felt highly flattered) — " Mothers of America, do not, do not,
do not on any account let your daughters marry Democrats !"
Then the old Judge bows, a loud rocket goes off" close to his
ear, the bands plays " Hail, Columbia ! " and the great meeting
is over.
From Sacramento we started eastward on the great trans-
continental journey. The majestic prospects that unfold
themselves as you come near the " Summit," the great Pass of
tJie Nevadas — when you look down at one place a depth of
-over 5000 feet, with the snowy mountains rising 15,000 feet
^bove sea-level were passed through in the night Luckily,
"^be moon rose behind the pine-bi' " " ^s of the valleys,
— sed the gra "■ws — the big
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head-light of the foremost of the two locomotives shinin
ahead into the darkness, and making the train appear
writhing glow-worm as it curved along the tortuous ri<
One wide valley was a red expanse of flame, from an extensive
fire raging in the forests.
Next day we journeyed through Nevada, over the alkali
desert — a dry arid waste, supporting the sage-brush, that seems
powdered with saline dust — which dust, stirred up by the
draught of the train, is very irritating to the throat and eyes.
Stoppages for breakfast, dinner, and tea were made at three
pretty considerable townships. These railway dining-room
meals, for which you paid one dollar, were announced by the
clanging thunder of a gong, always echoed from across the road
by a feeble bell rung in front of a humble eating-house, where
you were charged only a quarter of the price. Like most of
those who travel in parties we had a " lunch-basket " with us,
filled with good things before we started, and with the help of
hot tea and coffee sold by pedlars round the train, fresh milk
sold by little girls, and actually at one place ice-cream purvej^ed
in tins on a barrow, we fared satisfactorily.
Night came again, and again we woke to the dry, impressive
desert, which seemed to be the same spot that had received the
rays of sunset the night before. At Brigham, named after the
Mormon leader, we had our first glimpse of the great Salt
Lake ; and in a short time had reached Ogden, a thriving
town, backed by massive mountains. A ggng announcing
breakfast a party of Yankees burst out of our car, shouting : —
" Hulloa, boys, there's the food-signal ! the grub-sounder ! that
blessed old hash-hammer again I let's go an' root around ! " We
had some refreshment here at the railway hotel ; also a talk with
a man who had just heard of the failure of a certain Californian
bank. " Here am I," said he, " with a draught on that infernal
house, far from home, without a rap in the world ! it is enough
to drive a man mad ! "
The train for Salt Lake City runs on a single track railroad,
thirty-seven miles long, made by Brigham Young a short time
ago. The wily Vermontcr saw that in a few years some one
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would run a line to his city, so thought he might as well be
that '* some one,^ and exclude any speculating Gentile. A man
with a ghastly white face and paralysed limbs is carried on a
stretcher into a sleeping-car. " Mashed up by a haorse ! " ex-
plains a bystanding Yankee. The train starts for the Mormon
capital. Soon an expanse of houses, interwoven with shade-
trees, spread before us — ^the large egg-roof of the Tabernacle
rising out of a dense plantation in the foreground — the blue
waters of the Great Salt Lake gleaming on the one hand, and
on the other the glittering snowy peaks of the mighty Wasatch
Mountains.
We took up quarters at a Mormon hotel, the landlord being
l>lest, or otherwise, with four wives. Outwardly, Salt Lake City
resembles other American towns. One or two shops, however,
have the characteristic Mormon sign — a semi-circular line,
"" Holiness to the Lord " — then below it an eye painted as the
symbol of Omniscience; and underneath all, these words,
^ Zion's Co-operative Mercantile Institution." " Buy from your-
selves — do not trade with the Gentiles," was the command of
Brigham Young. So these stores sprang up. The unbelievers,
however, were not starved off the field, but competed success-
fully with the Mormons. The saints did not care to pay sixty
<:ents to a co-believer for what the Gentile sold at fifty. The
Mormon women are attired in tidy print dresses, calico aprons,
and big sun bonnets. The streets are lined with shade-trees,
while down each side run full clear streams of water, formed by
the snow melting from the mountains.
On Sunday we heard a service in the Tabernacle, which we
entered along with a crowd of Mormons, whom we could dis-
tinguish from the strangers by the plainness of their dress.
One man walked demurely in front of six wives ! The Taber-
nacle is 250 feet long, 150 feet wide, and the immense curved
roof supported round the sides by forty-eight stone pillars.
The space between these columns had been thrown open for
ventilation. The Mormon men sat on one side of the build-
ing, the women on the other. The Tabernacle still retained the
:fioral decorations which had recently been put up in celebra-
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tion of the anniversary of the Mormons arriving at Utah
twenty-eight years aga An enormous chandelier-like struc-
ture of shrubbery and flowers hung down from the centre of
the roof, while from the midst of the auditorium played an ele-
gant fountain, the spray of which cooled the atmosphere.
Round the building were displayed these mottoes : — " Our own
mountain home," " Ilcirs of the Priesthood,"' "Brigham, our
Leader and Friend," " Utah's best crop — children ! " At one
end of the building stood the large organ, built by one of the
saints, and close to it a choir of sixty. In front of the singers
sat the grave and influential leaders among the saints, many of
them grey-haired and rather un intellectual in appearance.
After a common-place hymn, a cold prayer was offered up
by a man who seemed ashamed of what he was doing, and
mumbled it off in a hurry, the only words we could catch being
" Bless thy servant Brigham." The " Head of the Church " was
not present, but a most virulent, yea, ungrammatical address
was delivered by Orson Hyde, chief among the " destroying
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angels.'' He seemed to rise, puffini;-, out of the phitforiTi— a
middle-aged man, with big paunch, small needle-like eyes, light
hair, very red face, and wearing a white linen dust-coat — a
clerical Jack-in-the-Box. Rage, ignorance, artificial sanctity,
and strained enthusiasm were all displayed in his sermon. After
the manner of Mormon preachers, he was. supposed only to
speak when the spirit moved him, and took as his text: " They
shall come from the cast, and from the west, and from the
north, and from the south, and shall sit down with Abraham,
and With Isaac, and with Jacob ; but the children of the king-
dom shall be cast out." Every clause was punctuated with a
hardy self-congratulatory cough, that struck one as intensely
ludicrous.
**Who," he exclaimed, "have come from the east, west,
north, and south? Have the Roman Catholics? No.
{A-a-hem !) Have the Baptists ? No. Have the Congrega-
tionalists ? ( A-a-hem !) No. Who then have, but the people
that dwellest upon the high mountains? (A-a-hem!) And
we are the people that dwellest upon the high mountains,"
he triumphantly cried. " The children of the kingdom are the
unbelievers, and they are striving to overthrow us in these
latter days (ahem !) but we have come from the east, mid
irom the west, and from the north, and from the south, and are
compassed by a wall of fire, which will sweep away the
enemies (ahem !) of our peace ! " This with a face of concen-
^tiftted malignity. " The unregeneratc don't believe the end of
^e world is at hand," said Orson, " but did the antediluvians
l>elieve Noah ? (Ahem !) No ! Neither shall they believe us.
But we shall come from the east, and from the west, and from
the north, and from the south, and dwell in the high places of
the earth. What is the unbeliever without faith ? He is like
9 loaf without leaven. When it is baked it can't be eaten.
It is hard. (Ahem !) It is a brick. But when the yeast is put
into it, it becomes com-for-ta-ble " (stroking his hands sooth-
ingly over his stomach). ** We are the bread with the leaven
in it The Latter-Day Saints shall come from the [?y]east,
and from the west, and from the north, and from the souths
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and the children of the kingdom shall be cast out Ahem I
[fiendish]. Amen ! "
He finished with distorted features. The threads of passion
seemed all to have been tied into a knot in his face. An
American sitting before us leaned back and said : " If every
man in the United States heard this fellow to-day, Mormonism
would be swept off the face of the earth to-morrow!" In
connection with the Church there is a large Sunday-school, and
one can hear the children's voices joining in such lines as
these : —
'* Bless Brigham Young, we children pray,
Thy chosen Twelve in what they say."
The twelve referred to are the twelve apostles, appointed in
imitation of the early Church. Again,
" How bright have been parental hopes
About what we shall do,
In rolling on Jehovah's work,
And helping put it through " (!)
The eloquence of the last line is purely American.
This Sunday we went also to a Presbyterian Church — ^a
5mall, growing congregation. Six years ago there was no
Scotch Church here. After the service one or two of the mem-
bers, utter strangers to us, shook hands with us warmly and in-
troduced themselves, the minister also giving us a friendly
welcome. On our way home, walking slowly because of tne
oppressive heat, we passed occasionally a branch Mormon
chapel, where, through the open door of a small hot room, we
saw an elder expounding the doctrines of the Church to a crowd
of proselytes. In the hotel that evening we were confronted
with the apparition of a female dressed in a green tunic and
equally verdant pair of " inexpressibles," with her hair thrown
back in short curls — none other than Dr. Mary Walker! The
following evening she gave a lecture on Dress, declaring she
had worn trousers for a long time, and " would think with agony
of ever resuming petticoats again."
On Sunday evening Mrs. A., a " Trance Lecturess," appeared
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5n the Liberal Institute. The bills stated that Mrs. A. would
speak on any theme suggested by the audience ; collection, ten
<:ents, to defray expenses. The hall was filled when we arrived.
The lecturess, dressed in white, with short ringlets and colour-
Jess face, was surrounded by half-a-dozen leaders of Free
Thought in the city. Some subjects being handed in, Mrs. A.
read them out: "Do we wear clothes in the spirit-world?"
^ Have you ever been in love, Mrs. A. ? " " Can children enter
Iieaven without going through the intermediate states?'*
** Should not the Government take charge of the railways?" The
last was selected ; but before commencing Mrs. A. leant on the
liarmonium with closed eyes, falling into a trance, as we sup-
X>osed, and began to utter in a low voice a prayer to the Spirit
of Light, Revealer of Mysteries, and Expounder of Truth. It
'was easy to see that, no matter what the subject had been, the
^substance of the address would have turned out just the same.
" Why don't the Government take charge of railways ? Well,
That's just what we do want to know ! How can we get progress
^without that's done ? And if we can't have progress we can't
.^et freedom, and if we can't get freedom we can't get enlighten-
Vient, and then we'll never soar into the higher spheres of
infinitude and mysterious occult power, or let our spirits in
imagination pervade the realms of cerulean bliss, wher& all our
^oved departed ones dwell. There may be some of them here
in this hall, though we can't see them. I won't say
are, and I won't say they ain't What we want is more
ight The spread of knowledge puts an end to darkness.
bu see when I turn these paraffin lamps down that all the
smudges on the glasses are seen, and now when I turn
up again, all the dirt disappears. Well, that's Light !
;*s what information does — it takes away all dirt and dark-
And what I'd like to see is railways made cheaper and
r — no more monoplies — no more swindling of the public.
^That's what everybody's after just now — wanting to swindle.
Ipolks in Congress, an' folks in the Church, an' folks in business,
all trying to cheat the public An' if there was more Light,
, you wouldn't see the gals going an' tight-lacing themselves
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as they do. It puts the vitals into half the room they ought
to occupy, an' the gals fancy their spider waists please the young
men. I don't want to see a gal cut herself in half like a wasp.
Yes, an' if there was more Light there would be more belief in
Spiritualism. Now, PU tell you something about the spirits.
You can all talk with them if you have sympathetic minds ; but
it ain't everyone that can be a good medium. Fni pretty good
at it, and so's some other women I know. But some folks
ain't born to be mediums any more than some were bom
to be clergymen. Now, you'll be wondering at me going
about the country lecturing, an' many people say to me, * Why
don't you stop at home ? ' Well, I'd be there if I could. As
you may remember, I got divorced from my husband a little
while ago. So I've got a young family to keep, an' I am going
to work for them too. Every woman should work. If you
don't want to go on your knees and scrub, go and learn the
telegraph. Be independent. That'll do as much for you as
Woman's Rights, though that's all very well in its way. That
cause an' many others is silently working on, and on, and on,
spreading enlightenment abroad, till sooner or later the whole
world will be filled with Light. The collection will now be
taken up." When we got home what with Orson Hyde's
sermon in the Tabernacle, the goblin in green breeks, and the
Trance Lecture, we felt oppressed with spiritual nightmare !
In Salt Lake City there is a large theatre, which, like the
Tabernacle, is under control of Brigham Young. The Church
and the Drama, things sacred and things secular, are all
managed by the Great Mogul of Utah. Here we saw a New
York company perform the play of "Divorce," a subject that
must have been very attractive to the Mormon mind. As the
crowd was going in we heard the folk saluting each other with
" Good evening, Brother Brown," " How are you. Sister
Jenkins ? " and so on. There are two morning papers in the
city — one Mormon, the other Gentile, and the latter " makes
things uncommonly hot " for the faithful. There are also one
evening daily, two semi-weekly, three weekly, four semi-monthly
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and two monthy publications. Not so bad in this remote com-
munity of 30,000 inhabitants.
On the railway platform, as we were leaving, a Scotsman
said to the stout member of our party: "So yeVe gaun to
leave us? What way div ye no* stop an* be a Mormon?
They'd be sure \Jb mak' a deacon o* ye — ^yeVe got sic a graund
belly on ye !" Inside the car we met a decent, middle-aged
Scotchwoman. She was a Mormon, spoke volubly in favour of
Mormonism, but did not believe in polygamy so far as it
affected herself She was very expert in the use of Scriptural
texts. Said we, ** Every deacon shall be the husband of one
wife." ** Yes,** she replied, "of one wife at least!*' In San
Francisco we had been favoured with a visit from Elder
Stenhouse, who was, till very lately, one of the chief spirits
amongst the Mormons. During his stay at Salt Lake he was,
I believe, a man of sound faith and honest in his exertions in
favour of polygamy ; but he latterly saw and heard enough to
open his eyes to the errors of the Church. So he and his good
lady shook the dust of the desert from their shoes and bade
adieu to Utah. At Omaha, again, we were acquainted with a
Highlander who in the early days was converted to
Mormonism, who left a snug situation in Dundee, came over
the Atlantic, and settled amongst the Saints on the banks of
the Missouri River, where Omaha stands to-day, but where
there was then not the slightest indications of that now grow-
ing city. For a time things went 'quietly, but the scales soon
fell from his eyes, and, in Highland rage, he abjured the
Mormon faith. Time and again he stood on the banks of the
river, at the peril of his life, and preached against Mormonism
to the bands of converts as they passed over to the new
settlement
Leaving Ogden, the train came upon the wild scenery of the
Rocky Mountains, travelling through canons of startling gran-
deur. The DeviFs Gate was a cleft in a gorge, violently broken
through by a white foaming river. Farther on came the Devil's
Slide, two parallel walls of rock a short distance apart, running
down the whole face of the gorge. In Weber Caiion the train
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was compressed within fierce rocky jaws, the narrowness of XJ^^^^^
defile such that there scarcely appeared room for both the w^s-^*^
torrent and the single track of rail. Here we passed the Thor ^^^^
sand Mile Tree, which is that distance from Omaha, our far-c^:::^^5
terminus. Then we plunged into Echo Cafion, with its fantastic- ^^^
isolated rocks, called Castle Rock, Tower Rock, Sentinel Roc^^ *»
and Pulpit Rock, from their supposed resemblance to thes^^^^
objects. The Pulpit Rock, however, has some substantial claio^ ^
to its title, as it is said that from here Brigham Young delivesec^^^
his first sermon in the Rocky Mountains. Here, too, on the top^^*^*
of the precipices, are the fortifications erected by the Mormon^^^*
when once threatened by a visit from United States troops, an
from whence they intended to hurl masses of rock upon
enemy. Amongst all this spirit of imposing scenery dwells the
spirit of Yankee advertising. Admiring a high peak, our eyes
rested on " Dyspepsia Pills " — falling into raptures over a deep
ravine, we were shocked with " Vinegar Bitters " — meditating '^
on the grand vista of precipices, we were told nothing equalled ^
the "Patent Horse Oil" — and while noticing the beautiful
eflfects of light and shade, we were suddenly called upon to
**Try the rising Sun Stove Polish ! " A stoppage ! All around
is the lonely prairie. The engine-driver leaps off, with a tin can
in his hand, and makes a "bee-line" for some spot on the
nearer rising ground. The conductor follows ; then an eager
crowd of passengers, with bottles, pannikins, jugs, tumblers,
" pocket-pistols ; " and, snatching up a cup, we join the throng
that gathers round a soda spring !
Next day we travelled through Nebraska — the real boundless
prairie. We heard the startling news that the train preceding
ours had been robbed. The train that gave us this information
had been in a terrific hailstorm a few miles west of Omaha.
The hailstones were three or four inches thick, and wrecked the
train, the "cars" having to be brought to a dead stop. On the
third day from Ogden we arrived in Omaha, The distance from
San Francisco is 1,914 miles, accomplished in four days and six
hours. There still lay 1,454 miles between us and the Atlantic,
New York being an eight days* journey of 3,368 miles from San
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Trancisco. The mind almost fails to ^rasp the expanse of
<:ountry traversed by the locomotive, that great railway shuttle,
xiow weaving civilisation across the desert
Omaha is prettily situated on hilly ground, and past it roll
the sullen, (£^., muddy) waters of the Missouri River. We
'went east by the Chicago and North- Western Railway. The
speed of the train, an " express," was greater than that on the
long Pacific line and reached perhaps thirty miles an hour, the
^92 miles to Chicago being run in twenty-two hours. The
journey was rough, the road-bed being very much impaired by
recent destructive storms. The bridges were crossed at quarter
speed — a precaution by no means unnecessary, as the train
that followed us fell through one of these bridges into a river.
At Clinton, a large flourishing town, we crossed the equally
muddy Mississippi. As the saying is, "I guess when you
swaller this water you've got to shet yer eyes ! "
Chimney-stalks appearing through lake-mists and smoke —
Iiigh gables of warehouses, frequent bridges across the line,
and noisy trafGc of vehicles that ran close alongside the train
— ^impressed us with the fact that Chicago was at hand. The
^epot was reached, and like most stations in Western America
*^ras an uncomfortable, plain wooden structure. We are con-
"Veyed in an omnibus to the hotel, where one of us " registers "
"the names in the office-book, under the eye of the clerk, who
lias a self-complacent look and the air of only temporarily
filing the position till the real clerk arrives.
Rumble, rumble, bing, bang, bong, bizzera, bizzera, cr-r-rash I
"^vhizzera, whizzera, boo-00-oom ! The dinner gong ! So we
siaturally gravitate towards the dining-room. The head waiter
'Ushers us into a large banqueting-hall, where two or three
liundred persons are assembled. The floor is occupied by
:numbers of detached tables, and the waiters are "darkies."
^t a table adjoining ours sit a husband and wife, accompanied
ly an infant scion of their house mounted on a high chair.
TTie child yearns for this and that with a tone which is a
compound of a whine and a command : — " Ma, ma, say ma,
xna, say ma ; " and the father remarks, " Well, bub, and what's
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the matter, eh?" Then the youthful gormandiser continu^^^^
^* Say, ma, pessme the vinegar for my fish, will you — an* wher* ^^^
the waiter ? I want to order some corned pork — an* will t-^::^^^^
apple dumpling be good, do you think, ma?" Involuntari^^""^
we hear the order given by a gentleman sitting near us : '"^
" Bring me fried smelt, roast mutton an' jelly, keff head, poi^t- *"
an' beans, squash, mashed turnips, boiled rice, tomatoe^^^^
potatoes, an' a cup o' coffee !" — the lady beside him adding:--
** The same for me !"
Our waiter comes at last with a loaded tray of dishes, an(^ ^
covers the table with them. Each guest has a separate set o '^^"^
plates — a whole constellation of small dishes revolving rouni
your meat-plate, as the central sun. Though we onl]
numbered seven of a party, our table was covered with actuall;
one hundred dishes !
The hotel drawing-room is a large elegantly-carpeted apart-
ment, sumptuously furnished Round the room sit various
parties of ladies and gentlemen conversing ; a lady sits at the
piano and sings a sentimental song. Every American lady who
lives at a hotel is thus constantly leading a public life ; and this,
combined with a natural freedom, gives her a great ease of
manner. Most of those present are regular boarders, for the
hotels arc not kept up altogether by travellers, but also by
persons who rent suites of rooms for a month or two, or by the
year. Many married couples make a home in the hotel, and
thus free themselves from the care of keeping house. But
what do the children know of domestic life, as they play about
the dreary corridors of these large buildings? What does the
mother herself know, relieved from all household duties, taking
shopping for exercise, or rocking herself in her chair, yawning
away the dull hours between meals — no cooking to see after,
no rooms to tidy up, not even the luxury of knowing that she
is providing for her husband's comfort? What a penalty to
pay for ease and luxury ! The hotel-ladies, I am persuaded,
must shorten their days through ennui.
Chicago impressed us with its substantial appearance
The whole heart of the city is one mass of grand
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<?diriccs, all erected since the crrcat fire. As a citv, it is csscn-
tially commercial. The eye wearies after a while of mercantile
palaces.
All this time we had been cultivating the acquaintance of
the Western Yankee. The Yankee " down East " is said to be
a more refined individual than his pioneering brother "out
West" The Eastern man "calculates," the Western man
""guesses" — ^both "reckon" more or less. The first thing a
Britisher remarks is the peculiar twang of the American, and
3us orthographical errors. Of course one can hardly regard it
as a deadly sin for the Yankee to speak of duty as " dooty," to
say " noan " for none, " deef " for deaf — we even heard a fashion-
able church-choir sing loudly of the " morning doo " — but why
<io the Americans allude to a stranger from the other side the
^ Pond " as having the fault of speaking with a strong
£nglish accent The Americans are practical, shrewd, some-
times playfully irreverent, childishly sensational, fond of look-
ing at the startling side of things, and rather " hail-fellow-well-
met " to a person who has not lost the conventional ideas of
the old country. The American woman is homely (and of
<:ourse I do not use this word in its Yankee signification of
•• ugly.") She is always dressed neatly and precisely, whether
she be resident of a suburban villa or " help" in a boarding-
Iiouse. Some American women, on the other hand, are ex-
^:eedingly bouncing in their ways — dress as if dying to be seen
^talk with great volubility, and with a dry, incisive tone, as if
they always had something important to say, and the whole
Xvorid should listen.
A journey of 284 miles brought us from Chicago to Detroit,
%Jie cleanest, neatest town we had so far seen in the States.
-Across the Detroit River we saw the welcome shores of
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CHAPTER XVI.
Crossing into Canada — Toronto^Niagara — Winter life in Ontario — SIei|
Journeys — Kingston —Ottawa — Montreal — Tobogganing — ^The Ice ShoTe-^=*-^
Quebec
This splendid river was formerly the terminus of the "Under»
ground Railway," as they called the American society tha-^^"
aided slaves in their escape to the true " soil of freedom," anc^ ^^
across the green rolling waters many a dusky fugitive found::^ ^
his way. Even at this present time there are runaways whcc^^ ^^
cross this river into Canada, but they are brazen-faced Yankee^^^^^
with carpet-bags — fraudulent bankrupts, swindlers, and^^^^^
embezzlers. Our train, locomotive and all, moved on board a -^^
large transfer steamer. We reached Windsor, the Canadian ^^
town, whence a train started for Toronto. The guard, or ^"^
" conductor," was a Scotsman, and we had a long " crack " with
him about the mother-country. The journey of 223 miles was
very enjoyable. By evening we near our goal, and see the
moonlight glinting on the waves of Lake Ontario. Toronto is
reached ; the " Queen's Hotel " bus is at the station, and in the
elegant homeliness of this fine house we are soon installed.
We are delighted to find ourselves in a community so
strikingly British. We could almost have hugged the very
British policeman as his solid tread shook the sidewalk. We
felt inclined to shake hands with every one we met Even the
National Anthem, though played by a brass band, was the
sweetest music to our ear.
Less than one hundred years ago, Toronto was an Indian
village ; forty years ago, the " muddy little city of York." It
has grown with the development of farming, and has now
60,000 inhabitants. Opposite the city stretches a long island,
and the sheet of water it encloses is called Toronto Bay.
Beyond stretches Lake Ontario, far away to the horizon. The
city rises in a gentle slope from the lake shore. Most of its
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public buildings are commanding, and the streets alive with
traffic. There are many English in Toronto, and many Scotch.
There being a strong Irish element here, the Roman Catholics
are numerous and bold — all the bolder because of the
supremacy of the hierarchy in Lower Canada. My brothers
and I witnessed a serious riot here. A number of " pilgrim-
ages," or processions from one chapel to another, had been
ordered. One Sunday the "pilgrims" were attacked by a
mob, and had to fight their way from street to street The
military were called out The police advanced to clear the
street — the crowd fired at them. There was a desperate close
encounter, with sticks beating about in every direction, and
stones hurtling through the air. The police levelled their
revolvers, and for a full minute there was a succession of shots.
Stones fell crashing upon the fences close by us. We noticed
a stunned policeman taken in through the lower window of a
house ; he had been violently felled by a big stone. No one
had been wounded by bullets ; most of the pistols, I fancy,
were discharged in the air. Many arrests were made, and the
rioters sentenced to various terms of imprisonment. The affair
was looked upon as a blot upon the hitherto fair fame of this
respectable community.
Leaving Toronto, we had a railway ride of forty miles to
Hamilton, and from there we went to Niagara. The Canadian
town of Clifton is two miles below the Falls, and thence we
walked along the high banks of the Niagara River. Woe to
any. carriage that goes over here, for horse and vehicle will fall
crashing through the foliage, sheer to the river. Private enter-
prise has nailed boards on seyeral of the trees : " Man fell over
the cliff hear," "A cow went over her," and other misspelt but
philanthropic notices.
At a turn of the road we had a distant first view of the Falls,
with their overwhelming presence, power, and ocean-roar. We
went as near them as we could get — gazing at them for a long
time, with their thunder shaking the rock beneath our feet and
quivering the iron railing in our grasp. The Horse-Shoe Fall
Is tmnendous. The waters me ''ntre from the con-
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verging sides of the Fall, and through the clouds of spray y<^"^'^
have glimpses of a far-in turmoil of waters. The Americgg ^^ ^^
Fall is a somewhat lesser body of water than the Horse-Sho^^:::^ ^
from which it is separated by the sylvan Goat Island. You haw^-*"^^
a sense of the loftiness and grandeur of the Falls in thc^-^^
apparently leisurely way the water descends. Nowhere, in ^ *
general view of the Falls, have you the idea of impetuositjt--* ^'
Not till you go beneath them do you realise their rush an^ ^^^^
irresistible power.
My brothers and I, clad in oilskins, went under the Falls;^^ ^^
We had a darkie with us as guide — an intelligent fellow, whcc:^ ^
took an unaffected interest in the various sights. Few othei^-
natural exhibitions could have kept a man's mind fresh in the*
midst of a daily routine. Wc descended a wooden spiral stair- ^
case, half-way down which there is a small window, command- "^
ing a view unsurpassed from any other standpoint You are
close to the outer edge of the Horse-Shoe Fall. The giant
crescent of the cataract shoots out from the overhanging ledge
high above you, and swooping down in a splendid arc against
the sky, shatters itself in foam upon the rocks.
We were startled to see that we had to walk on little ledges
like bricks, scarcely bigger than the foot. A heavy gale was
raging, and the gusts blew the water down uppn us in violent
paroxysms. Wc had to turn our faces to the oozy wall, and
literally gasped for breath. Sometimes the guide knew when
the shift of wind was coming, and waving his hand, for one
could not have heard a word, he warned us of the impending
deluge. Amid increasing spray, noise, and lessening daylight,
we cautiously rounded a dangerous abutment of rock, and
arrived at the farthest point that any one has yet reached. We
stood in the eerie twilight of a liquid-roofed cavern, resounding
with thrilling sounds and echoes. A stormy sky of clouds, with
all its rain, mist, and thunder, seemed to be flying down over
our heads, loosened from its place in the heavens — the sonorous
sound it had in falling being exchanged for a sharp cry of pain
as the water smote the rocks.
" Kerridge, sir ? " '* Have your photograph with the Falls
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backc;round ? " "Won't you ^l;o an' sec the live burfaloes ? *'
"Step into my museum, gentlemen, free of charge?" " Oil-
skins, sir?" "Nick-nacks?" "Indian beadvvork?" "Kerridge,
kerridge, kerridge?" Cabmen, pedlars, and touters thronged
about us, and distracted our thoughts from the glorious music
welling up trom the liquid precipices of Niagara. The season
being almost over, the appearance of visitors was the signal for
universal excitement. Waxing rash with competition, a cab-
man volunteered to drive the whole of us back to Clifton for
"heff a dollar." Getting no encouragement, he hurriedly
wheeled his cab round, and swore : " Blank, dash, smash, and
double-darn me, may you all be dog-tired afore you get home!"
And shaking his whip over his head, he drove away in wrath-
Another " cabbie " adopted a different tone, urging us plain-
tively to " let him make somethin' out of us." We crossed to
Luna Island, which overhangs the American fall like a mass .of
earth arrested on the brink of the abyss. Here you almost
look down the face of the Falls, and can put your foot into the
curve of the water as it pours over the brink. One's indi-
viduality is swallowed up in the falling waters ; you feel in the
fascination of the moment, as if you were going down with
them over the giddy verge.
Our next purpose was to see the Whirlpool Rapids. The
water, after seething round the base of the Falls like boiling
froth of milk, flows tranquilly for two miles. Then, passing
under the Clifton Suspension Bridge, where the trains roll
across at a height of 250 feet, the mighty river is compressed
into a narrow channel, with a very marked decline. You go
down a wooden shaft and come upon a small platform, level
with the rapids. The water dashes past with terrible speed,
the waves tumbling and crashing together, with raging surge,
and flying round in great swirls — the involution and con-
volution almost turning the mind yellow with vertigo — till the
stormy river, hurling immense logs at railway speed, empties
itself headlong into the whirlpool. The latter was a maze of
swirling eddies writhing and drawing everything towards them
with their glassy suctioa Masses of driftwood formed the
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rim of the central vortex, while huge trunks of trees
swept round in great velocity, pitched out of the water, and
tilted end over end in the mighty throes of the conflictinj
currents. Round the green waters of this basin circled a
lovely amphitheatre — on every side rising the steep banks of the
river clothed with forest trees. Pine, fir, maple, and oak were
to be seen gay in all the hues of autumn — red, yellow, brown,
purple, and orange — the whole one gorgeous mass of variegated
colour, like an immense natural bouquet, and contrasting "-
strangely with the turmoil it encompassed.
On our second visit the sky was bright, and the Falls looked
dazzling under the clear sunshine. The spray rose in a well-
defined, luminous cloud, mounting up one thousand feet into
the air, and a fine double rainbow, arching the foaming
cauldron, added a new charm to the scene. Such was our last
look at Niagara.
Autumn appears in her fullest loveliness in Canada, after
which comes the lovely Indian summer, a tranquil remin-
iscence of summer, without any of its great heat or passion.
During this season we visited the townships of Southern
Ontario. At Simcoe we were taken through the Public
School. 'Some of the pupils were learning algebra, some
drawing Gothic cathedrals on a black board. The geo-
graphy class were studying the map of Canada, and a girl
pointed out the provinces of the New Dominion, not even for-
getting the newly-added province of Manitoba, in the Great
North-West Canadian, like other colonial children, have a
changing geography. In another room a class was being cate-
chised in grammar. My father asked, ** What part of speech
would you use if some one put a pin into your shoulder?"
and the answer came promptly from a wee lassie, ** Fleasci sir,
an interjection ! " Thursday, 28th October, was Thanksgiving
Day, when wc happened to be at St Thomas. All the places .. .
of worship were open. We led the psalmody in the Presbyteluiik -
rian Church, which was crowded with townsfolk and farma
who had come in to give thanks for the bountiful harvest
Our route now embraced London, a city of 169OOO inhaUtao
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and commonly known licrc as London tlic Less, to distinguish it
from another metropolis of the same name existing somewhere
in Great Britain ! Here, on the last day of October, there was
snow to the depth of two inches. A fortnight afterwards there
was another heavy fall, and from that time afterwards we were
in full enjoyment of cold weather. A few days later we were
at Sarnia, which was swept at this time with cold winds, the
roads as hard and wrinkled as the hide of a rhinoceros.
Winter is a jolly time of the year in Canada. Deep snow
has not the paralysing influence on traffic that it has in Bri-
tain, where thaw is always imminent Snow here is trustworthy
for weeks, and sleighing means business ; the shopkeepers are
overjoyed. According to everybody this winter was a " darned
fizzle." There were two or three days of snow and frost, then
thaw and slush. All the severity of the winter came in wild
spurts. There was a " cold snap " the last day of November,
and the thermometer went far below zero. At this time we
were in the good city of Stratford, named after the birthplace
^f Shakespeare. Like that famous place it is situated on the
River Avon. While the great metropolis, London, has not a
single street or square named after the immortal bard, they have
here given him full honour. The divisions of the town have
been named Hamlet Ward, Othello Ward, Falstaff Ward, and
so on ; while a little village in the neighbourhood has been
called Shakespeare. St Andrew's Day was celebrated here by
the St Andrew's Society. It has been said that to find a true
Scotsman you must leave Scotland ; and in no part of the world
will you find more patriotic hearts than amongst the Scottish
farmers of Canada.
Gait is a purely Scottish town, and named after the famous
novelist and biographer of Byron. Most of the people here are
from the Border counties, James Hogg being instrumental in
sending out a great many people to this part of Canada, We
met here a man whose wife was a niece of the Ettrick Shepherd,
and from whom we heard many interesting facts concerning
the great poet At the hotel thpre lodged a travelling female
3gist--a bold-faced, sil* ^ merican woman — who
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announced on her handbills that she was the seventh daughte
of the seventh, would recover stolen property, reconcile lovers,^'
read your planets, and (oh, anti-climax !) cure freckles !
At Guelph we assisted at the opening of the new Town HalL
During the day we saw a party of workmen rolling a lai^e
barrel into the side-room, where it afterwards burst ** It's for
the music-folks," said they. " But," we laughed, '* ha, ha ! you
know we don't " " Oh ! " they replied — '* this is lager beer
for the band that plays at the ball !" And sure enough, the
Germanic " brass *' appeared in due course. At another town
where we gave a concert, the audience commenced applauding
long before the hour, upon which the grey-haired mayor of the
town rose up and said, " Gentlemen, it wants twenty minutes to
the time yet, so I hope, for the credit of the community, that
you will refrain from that noise ; but, if those folks ain't on the
platform by eight o'clock. Til see you righted !" Later on, the
hall became unbearably warm. Ordinary ventilation being im-
possible, a powerful Scotch voice roared out, " Brak ane or twa
o' the wundies !" upon which the paternal mayor walked
majestically across the hall and put his fist through a pane,
thereby giving his sanction to a more general smash.
Our first sleigh-ride was from Berlin to Ayr. It was raining
slightly, though the temperature was at freezing-point The
shrubs and blades of grass were sticking up through the snow
like little daggers of ice. The trees were fairly weighed down
with icicles. We had a queer collection of drivers during these
sleigh-journeys. First a Dutchman ; then an old man so stiff
with rheumatism that he had to be lifted into the sleigh, and
propped up from behind with the luggage. We had another
old man with one eye, and that very bleared and watery from
facing the winter blasts. After a " noggin " he got at a way-
side inn, he became chuckingly communicative — told us how
he once belonged to Batty 's Circus in England, and constituted
the entire orchestra himself, playing the "grand ongtrays** and
*' trick music " on a keyless bugle. Another driver was the
captain of a lake-steamer, who drove our sleigh that he mi^^
get a free ride to see his friends, and who greatly amM>
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with his ludicrous mixture of nautical and equestrian terms.
Lastly, the whip was wielded by a rich relation of the livery-
keeper — a Yankee from Ohio, who had come over to Canada
to enjoy himself. He took the job of driving us so as to have
some relief from the monotony of life in a country-town, and
certainly proved himself a lively fellow. He was given out to
be worth 40,000 dollars, but this did not prevent his jumping
off the sleigh and executing an elaborate double shuffle in the
bar of every hotel we came to !
One day the sleigh upset over a culvert. There we lay, all
mixed up with bags, bundles, shawls, and rugs, with the seats
of the sleigh on top of us. We got extricated at last, shook
ourselves like dogs, and proceeded to relieve our poor old
driver, who lay helplessly clutching his whip. A long pro-
cession of sleighs happened to be passing at the time, and a
running fire of witticism came from the drivers. A score or
two of schoolboys also ran after us, and were only repelled by
a cannonade of " sweeties," which they battled for amongst the
snow.
At Listowel we met the brother of Dr. Livingstone, and
ivere much struck with the strong family resemblance between
lim and the great traveller. The worst journey we had was
irom Listowel to Wingham, a stage of twenty-two miles. The
thermometer stood 20° below zero ; a fierce snowstorm was
waging. Not a soul was out that could possibly keep indoors.
The snow was drifting and falling rapidly, and all tracks of
'vehicles had been obliterated. The horses struggled amongst
^e great mounds of powdery snow. Dense wreaths swept
^ong the road ; and though our two vehicles were only three
yards apart, we were continually losing sight of each other..
We were driving in a white night. The cold was awfully
'bitter. The foam hung from the horses* nostrils in long white
icicles. The lapels of our great-coats were frozen as hard as a
Ixiardy and our cheeks were glazed with scales of ice. We
completely white with snow, like human statues. My
her Charles, who sat alonf~*''e of me, had two blobs of ice
"^ like ice-sped could not see till, after
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some difficulty, he got them picked off. Then his left cheek
became white — ^he was frost-bitten ! Snatching up a handful
of snow from the buffalo robe, I vigorously rubbed his face till
the blood began to circulate. All at once he cried, " Look at
your nose !" but as that was rather a difficult feat in optics, I
replied, ** What's the matter ?" And he said, " It's as white as
anything!" So I excitedly rubbed my nose, or rather the
place my nose used to be, for I could not feel it Then my
brother's cheek blanched again, and I applied more snow —
after which my nose became marble, and it had to be polished
once more. Then his cheek, then my nose — nose, cheek, nose,
cheek, nose — till a natural hue had set in. At length we
reached a small hotel, and though only four miles from our
destination, we all ran in and warmed ourselves — all, except my
brother and I, who had been frost-bitten. It is not considered
safe to trust yourself near a fire after such an occurrence, as
then a swollen ear or nose is apt to turn into an open sore for
the winter. The driver vowed he " wouldn't go through the
same again — no, not for a hundred dollars." It is related that
a Scottish Canadian, on his voyage home to Scotland one
summer, was found sleeping on deck, when the captain, roused
him with a caution against sunstroke. " Sunstroke ! " replied
the Scotsman, with ineffable scorn, " it wad tak a' the sun
atween here an' Greenock to thaw the Canada frost oot o' my
head !" And we could almost say it took a week to thaw out
the awful cold of this journey.
We always tried to arrive on Saturday at some nice little
town, where we could spend a quiet Sunday. We generally
attended the " Scotch Church," which had as a rule a good
congregation, drawn from the country round. Harmoniums
and organs are being introduced into a great many of the
Presbyterian churches. As to the preaching in the country
districts, you might shut your eyes during the sermon (!) and
fancy yourself in any small town in Scotland, which, of course,
is paying the Canadian pulpit a great compliment The
country ministers here, in their social relation with their flock,
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exhibit few or no professional airs, and mix freely with the
people.
One hears a great deal in Canada of "Jack being as good
as his master." An old lady from Edinburgh told us of the
" deplorable state " of society in this respect " Everybody is
on an equality with everybody else," said she ; " my washer-
woman's daughter learns the piano ; and last night, at your
concert, my servant sat alongside of me in a showy dress, with
her bonnet all done up with white feathers — a thing that would
not be allowed at home, I'm sure." But the poor body had
been twenty-three years out from Scotland. We heard, too, of
how one day a certain ecclesiastical dignitary was driving along
in his elegant "cutter," when he was met by a Highland farmer
in a sleigh at a part of the road where the drifts only admitted
of one vehicle. The clergyman of course thought the farmer
would give him the track, but as " Donald " sat unrelenting, the
ecclesiastic rose with great dignity, thinking to end the whole
matter, and said, " Sir, I am the Lord BisTiop of Mapletown."
^ And I," said the farmer, rising with Highland pride, " I — am
Toogal MacTToogal of Boska-sho-sho-nee!" Upon which the
two sat face to face, glaring at each other, with what result is
not known to history.
Among the favourite winter-sports of Canada is that of horse-
xacing, and of course the reader will be surprised, as we were,
"to hear of such a thing. Every town or village that boasts its
3ake or river has a ready-made race-course in the winter-time.
The Canadians, like the Americans, go in for trotting-matches,
9nd the horses' shoes are frosted specially for the event In
^wie village we saw the races taking place in the middle of the
street At Barrie, a considerable town on Lake Simcoe, we
liad an opportunity of being " on the turf," for there were races
Taking place on the ice. Imagine the "thimble and pea," the
•* card-trick," and other bare-faced swindling, with the tempera-
ture at zera There were some hundreds of folks on the ice,
and they moved about trying to look as happy as possible.
The '^favourite*' colour seemed to be blue fRhnut^ the nose). In
rtOy* tired 'le various
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" heats," which sounded h'ke a mockery to one's cold limbs and
pinched faces.
Once there happened to be races near a little village we were
at. We had arranged beforehand for rooms at the hotel, but
on arriving, found that the landlord, in the fever of unusual
business, had let his apartments to the first comers. Therefore
we had to put up with limited accommodation in another house.
The hotel was filled with dense pungent smoke from the stoves,
and from the scores of pipes and cigars. The bar-room
swarmed with drunk, disorderly men, and the narrow, creaking
stairs were blocked with people. The rooms were so small that
our larger luggage had to remain outside in the passage. The
sitting-room was full of lads and lasses, who were looking out
on the tumult in the village. Sleighs were tearing wildly up
the street — at one time a drunken fellow, with a maddened
horse and a heavy sleigh, dashing into another vehicle, and up-
setting its occupants into the snow. Now and again, with
warning whoop and yell, a horse and jockey flew past There
was incessant noise in and about the hotel. At night we had
a good tea, for, as the hostess said, she had " put out her best
licks " for us. About eleven o'clock, just as we went to bed, a
dance was started, and we could scarcely snatch a wink. Our
room was so frequently invaded by roving fellows " wanting a
sleep," that Robert and I had to barricade the door with a
portmanteau. All through the " silent watches " a steady thud
of feet came from below, like the rumble of a flour-mill. In the
morning Robert discovered that his watch-chain had disap-
peared, and an ineffectual search was made over the hotel.
Just before breakfast there were a series of fights in the bar,
and a bevy of drunk men were taken off to the lock-up. All
around, in the lower rooms of the hotel, lay broken legs of
chairs and lengths of stove-pipe, with which the inebriates had
belaboured each other. The sofas, too, had had their backs
wrenched off by the revellers, so as to make two beds — one man
lying on the couch and the other reposing on the back. We
found the dining-room door locked, and the landlady guarding
it to keep out stragglers ; also taking money from each one as
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tlicy came out. " We've been very quiet, considering^," saiel she ;
** I heard they had some fighting at the other hotel ! " Right
glad were we to escape from the confusion. We never saw
anything like it before or since.
Christmas day found us at the village of Mount Forest. On
New Year's Day we visited Southampton, a busy port on Lake
Huron. Then we returned to Toronto, and went east to Belle-
ville by the Grand Trunk Railway, which stretches through the
vast provinces of Ontario and Quebec. A fierce snowstorm was
raging at Belleville. We had to sleigh twenty-two miles
to Picton, across the Bay of Quints. The ice was very
dangerous, owing to the rainy weather of a few days previously.
The landlord of the Picton hotel, and the livery-stable keeper,
who acted as guide, both went ahead in a little sleigh — next
came our party of eight, a heavy load for the risky ice — the
rear being brought up by the luggage. The shore faded, and
we were alone amidst the swirling snow. A blast of snow
would now and then rend the veil of snow, when we sighted a
headland, or some little bush stuck in the ice to mark the track.
Only thus could our guide take his bearings, for the opposite
shore was not visible till long after. The livery-man did not
like the journey at all, and every few minutes cried back in a
dissuasive tone, " What do you think of Picton now, boys ? " —
the answer coming prompt and decisive, " Must get to Picton
to-day I " At last, almost smothered beneath a gust of snow,
the sleighs pulled up. The livery-man, with a white cloth ban-
daged over both ears, and looking like an hospital patient,
jumped off his seat, and tramped savagely round and round
about amongst the whirling snow, shaking his whip and vowing
he " couldn't lay salt on that blamed track nohow." As we had
never been following any track whatever, we wondered at his
vexation, but he told us he wanted to find the track so as to
keep off it I A loaded dray had gone through the ice a few
days previously, and a father and son were drowned. " If I
follow the tracks," said our guide, " Til get into some of these
holes. The surface ice began to break up, and the sleigh kept
sinking through the friable crust The livery-man hastily came
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to our sleigh and unharnessed one of the two horses, hitching
it to the back of his conveyance — adding, " I want to save one
good horse at any rate if we get into a hole — ^the sleigh can
float/' After an hour's winding about in the storm we " landed"
with grateful hearts.
Here we found the cross-roads totally choked up. A wall of
snow extended flush from fence to fence, five feet deep at least
Then we went in a body to the fence, and made a gap for the
sleighs to go through. From field to field we went, breaking
in and breaking out through the "snake" fences. It was very
fatiguing work, the heavy bars being firmly cemented together
with ice. While going through a break in a fence the luggage
"sleigh sank through the ice into a ditch. Smash I went the
swingle-bars ; splash I went the horses, floundering violently,
and sending up spouts of mud. The poor beasts were unhar-
nessed, while one of the drivers went over the bleak fields to
get fresh swingle-bars at a neighbouring farm-house. Here,
too, the ladies were housed till matters were righted. We took
the luggage out, prised up the sleigh with fence-bars, and then,
with a combined pull, got it out of the ditch^-our legs chilled
to the bone from standing in the icy-cold water. It was with
great thankfulness that we sighted Picton. The twenty-two
miles had occupied five and a half hours. On nearing the town
we met the mail starting for Belleville, but it had not gone far
when it turned back. Our obstinacy in making the journey
was rewarded by our having to re-advertise the concert, as the
inhabitants could scarce credit that we had travelled in such
weather.
Kingston was our next point, i6o miles east of Toronto, and
about half way between that city and Montreal. Kingston lies
on Cataraqui Bay, just where the Cataraqui River mingles its
waters with the great Ontario, and at the foot of which lake
the town is situated. Kingston is one of the oldest cities in the
Dominion, and at one time was the capital of Canada. On
various points of the bay are planted Martello towers, which if
not useful for defence, arc exceedingly picturesque. Kingston
stands on a foundation of bluestone rock, of which the houses
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are built, giving them an appearance of massiveness and strength.
The streets have an old-settled look, and the public buildings
are as fine as those of any other town of 15,000 inhabitants I
have ever seen.
From the ancient capital of Canada we went to Ottawa, the
new capital, and the seat of the Dominion Parliament. Ottawa
lies on the river of the same name. The Parliament Buildings
are the pride of the city, and are the most sumptuous and costly
of the kind on the American continent We visited the
Chaudiire Falls, a mile and a half from the city. The river,
after rushing through nine miles of rapids, narrows its channel,
and falls forty feet into a boiling chasm, the Big Kettle. Here
there is a deep cleft, the Devil's Hole, into which a large por-
tion of the river mysteriously disappears. We saw the Falls
during strong frost, the water frozen to the very edge of the
descent The rising spray, too, had gradually hardened into a
wall in front of the cataract Ottawa does an enormous trade
in lumber, and its woodyards are a sight to see. The lumber-
ing or tree-felling takes place 250 and 300 miles up, in the
forests on the Ottawa river. The logs are floated down in
immense rafts, often as far as Quebec, a distance of 1200 miles
from the lumber region, taking six months on the passage. In
the vicinity of Ottawa wc met a large number of Kennedys,
distant relatives of ours. They own a farm, and are very
musical. During our visits the party assembled was numerically
strong enough to attempt oratorio choruses, and pleasant hours
were thus spent
In January of 1876 we visited Montreal, and Saw the frozen,
snow-covered St Lawrence, the colossal Tubular Bridge, the
Mountain, with its timbered and white-sprinkled sides, rising
behind the city. The streets were fat with snow. Vehicles of
all kinds were gliding swiftly along, with gorgeously-lined fur-
robes floating out behind them, while the air was filled with
the tinkling of the bells, that echoed from the stately buildings
on either hand. Now a sombre procession of nuns would wend
its way along. Now a snow-shoe club in Indian file, in
picturesque grey blanket coat, red sash, knickerbockers, scarlet
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stockings, moccasins, and a Uiquc bleue with red tassels
Presently they would make a " bee-line " over hill and dale,
jumping fences and ditches, and going "on the double "with
many a shout and whoop.
Montreal is the commercial capital of Canada, and has a
population of 125,000, half of whom arc French. Your Scotch
friend, in the middle of " Hoo's a' wi* ye?" breaks off to say
^^ Bon jour /" to a passing Frenchman. Under the guidance of
our indefatigable friend Colonel S., we made acquaintance with
" Moosoo " in his own district, which lies principally at the east
end of the city. Nothing to be seen but French shops and
French names — nothing spoken but French. The streets were
alive with sleighs, the drivers uttering many a " sacri^ It was
one of those French hackmen that the old Scotch lady
addressed on first landing in the country : — " Man, what'll ye
tak tae hurl ma kist up to Lasheen?" — the '' Parbleu !** of the
astonished driver wringing from the good woman the exclama-
tion : — " Eh, mercy ! what's to become o' me? the fowk here
dinna understaun* plain English !"
The St. Lawrence being frozen, dozens of sleighs were cross-
ing. Any one who sees in summer its broad current alive with
shipping, would scarcely believe that in a few weeks it would
be a firm highway for horses and vehicles. When a certain
noble lord visited Montreal, he refused to cross the frozen river,
not deeming such a thing possible. So his friends drove him
over in a sleigh without telling him. When half-way, he asked
what the level expanse of snow was, and they replied it was a
common. " A common," repeated his lordship — " splendid !
that magnificent stretch of country would do credit to any
town in England!*' We walked upon the river, and came
upon a party of men cutting ice, none of the blocks less than
three feet thick. The view from the river was striking and
comprehensive. Along the shore stretched the long unbroken
quay of masonry that forms one of the wonders of this great
centre of commerce. The entire city-front is an extensive pan-
orama graced by spires and domes.
Mount Royal, or Mont Real, named by Jacques Cartier in
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153s, is an abrupt volcanic hill, wooded to its summit, and 400
feet high, though it appears much loftier. The mountains
around here are said to have been old when the Alps and
Himalayas were at the bottom of the sea. The Colonel, with
his accustomed kindness, arranged with a party of friends to
visit the mountain. When the time arrived, a large concourse
of vehicles occupied St James' Street The back of the moun-
tain was ascended by a winding road. On the summit there is
being tnade a people's park ; and I am certain that few public
recreation grounds have a situation anything like this. When
the idea of a park was first mooted, it was laughed at, and peo-
ple voted it impossible for any one fo get to the top. Our
friend the Colonel, who is an officer of volunteers, one morning
early summoned his whole battery of artillery upon secret ser-
vice, and led them out of town, none of them knowing their
destination, till at last they reached the mountain, and the
mystery was out Colonel S. and his artillery gained the sum-
mit, the cannon were planted in position, and when the bells of
the city struck twelve, a ripping salute proclaimed the feasi-
bility of a people's park.
The prospect from the summit was grand. Beneath us lay
the city, which had quite an ecclesiastical appearance from the
great number of steeples, church-roofs, and the towers of Notre
Dame, that rose like giants above the house-tops. Farther
round we saw in the distance the white foaming waves of the
never-frozen Lachine Rapids, to " shoot " which in a steamboat
is one of the summer delights of the traveller ; while dotted
over the wide stretch of country' were the spires of the French
parish churches gleaming in the sun. After feasting our eyes,
we went to the house of a friend close by. It lay in a very
bleak locality, but the walls were as thick as the ramparts of a
castle. Headed by the gallant Colonel, our large party
stormed this hospitable fortress, and, after partaking of coffee,
danced quadrilles on the spacious floor.
Next morning we visited the " Thistle Curling Rink." After
one has associated curling with open-air enjoyment, it seems
tame to play, as it were in cold blood, inside a rink ; but the
o
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rivers and lakes of Canada are so covered with snow in winter
that the game can only be played under shelter. " Would
you like to toboggan ?" said the Colonel one day. " Delighted,"
said we ; upon which
he telegraphed a sub-
urban friend to have
toboggans ready. To-
bogganing consists in
sliding on a sled down
a snow hill at railway
speed. A tobc^an
consists of two pieces
of bark joined side
by side and curved
up at the front Yoa
lie on this, and stea
the toboggan with
your foot Being no-
vices, we went down,
in groups, under the
gu I'd a nee of two^
> oung Canadians —
dashing down the
long steep hill at
terrific speed — down,
down — faster and
faster — the snow
whisking off like
spray in a gale — the ground flashing like lightning beneath
us. Getting bolder, my brothers and I now toboganned
singly ; but we all came to grief One got half-way down,
and brought up with a loud thud against a tree ; another
went smashing full speed into a fence, knocking out a rail and
breaking his sled ; a third went head over heels into a ditch,
with his tobc^gan on top of him. The fun grew fast and
furious. Down came one of the young Canadians, standing on
his tobt^gan and guiding it with two strings like reins ; then
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off went the other fellow in pursuit ; then we all started to-
keep up the jollity. One Canadian lady said she could be a
spectator no longer, and vowed that, come what may, she was
going to have a toboggan ride, of which she was passionately
fond. She even wanted to take the worthy Colonel down with
her, but he declined the charming offer, as it was getting late \
and so we all went into the kindly folks' house, where the day's
proceedings finished with a refreshing tea.
On " Bums' Nicht " we were honoured by an invitation to a
supper given by the Caledonian Society in memory of the bard.
With toast and song the Burns banquet came to a successful
conclusion. Then a procession was formed, and we were
escorted to the hotel in grand style, accompanied by the
•* picturesque " strains of the bagpipes, that pealed through the
silent frosty air. Before going to this nocturnal festival, we
bad given our "Nicht wi' Burns," as had been our custom
every year, and, as in the Antipodes, found the name of the
great poet to possess a magic charm.
Three months afterwards we again visited this fine city.
Hundreds of people lined the St. Lawrence watching for the
"shove." Here and there masses of ice were stacked up,,
relieving the white plain like sheaves in a harvest-field. " Look,
look ! " A few hundred yards from the shore was a veritable
" shove." Scores of people streamed down the streets leading
to the river. The ice rose in a huge mass, and block after
block heaved up as if by an unseen giant force, slowly rasped
one over the other, and fell plunging into the current. Every
throe was succeeded by renewed disintegration of the immense
pile as fresh fragments, many tons in weight, were urged over
by the crushing pressure of the ice-fields. The moving blocks
were so ponderous that they seemed to linger in their fall.
Our success in Canada was very gratifying. In the "wee
toons " of the backwoods, in the thriving agricultural centres,
and in the larger cities, we met with a ready welcome from our
countrymen. The Songs of Scotland, too, attracted people of
other nationalities. The Canadian-born, especially those of
Scottish descent^ came in large numbers, and showed almost as
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much enthusiasm as the real sons of the heather. The young
Canadians are imbued with Scottish sentiment by the*^auld
folks," the original settlers, who are gradually dying out. We
sang in every town in Ontario. This entailed hard work.
During the tour there were six weeks in which we " sleighed ^
•
to thirty-six towns, singing every night Sometimes we per-
formed in villages that could scarcely have furnished an
audience in themselves, but were the centres of a thickly-
populated agricultural region — the farmers coming fifteen,
twenty, and thirty miles in their sleighs. Snow was as vital to
us as to the shop-keepers. If there was a thaw or very little
snow, it made an appreciable difference in the audiences.
Clear, frosty weather, with plenty of snow, brings otit the
country-folks, who perhaps enjoy the fun of the drive as much
as the concert itself. One evening an old Scotsman drove
forty miles. He came into the side-room with dewy eyes, and
grasped my father's hand warmly, saying : — " I dinna care sae
muckle for yer sangs — I just want to see a man that's seen
Perth since I saw it !" The old farmers were very much
affected by the songs, which to them conjured up by-gone
scenes and associations. Frequently they would break out, in
their enthusiasm, into loud comments. One night at the con-
clusion of "When the kye comes hame," a man slapped his
knee and loudly exclaimed, with a relishing smack of his lips,
" Od, that'3 meat an' drink to me! "
Many of the halls we performed in were town halls —
capacious, well-lighted, and well-seated. But for them, in the
smaller towns, where there are no regular concert- rooms, we
could not have given our entertainment. Of course we had
frequently to put up our own platform, and hang up a banner
as a retiring room. But, taken as a whole, the halls of Canada
are comfortable, serviceable buildings. In one place, however,
the town hall was in a wretched state. On entering we found
the building already occupied by performers in the shape of
a number of hens, who cackled and fluttered about, and
occasionally made "daring aerial flights" into the galler^s
while a bantam strutted on the platform, crowing his scales
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with all the air of an individual well accustomed to the foot-
lights. From a hole in the middle of the ceiling hung down
the frayed rope of the town-bell. This was rung every night
at nine o'clock, and a song had to be stopped while the stolid
hall-keeper forced himself into the midst of the audience, and
tugged away at his evening chimes ! Again, some of the halls
were rather unsafe. One was up a stair, and the public were
afraid the floor would fall in. While the audience were crowd-
ing the hall, the proprietor came to us with a face of great
alarm, saying, "If you let another person in, I won't be
responsible for the building ! " When a seat broke down
depositing ten or twelve people on the floor, the audience rose in
alarm, thinking the fatal crash had come. In a short time the
performance was varied by the loud thuds of the carpenters
below, who were putting up props beneath the flooring.
Occasionally we would come to a town which boasted its
local poet, who sang of home, and freedom, and heather, and
broke into poesy anent the Auld Scots Sangs. Next morning,
the bard would be seen, with his wallet of poems over his
back, taking the road to some neighbouring village, there to
sell his books — never troubled about advertisments, canvassers,
or discounts to " the trade " — himself the producer, advertiser,
publisher and bookseller. We met, too, that wonderful
character the bill-poster and town-crier. As we were given to
understand by the inhabitants of backwoods townships that our
success would be imperilled if we did not employ the bellman,
we sometimes handed him a slip of paper : " Mr. Kennedy and
Family will give their entertainment on the Songs of Scotland
to-night at eight " — telling him on no account to say anything
but that With many protestations of " All right — depend on
me ! " he would back out of our parlour, shortly to be heard
bawling lustily up and down the street : " O yes, O yes, O yes,
take notice, all the true sons of Old Scotland — make ready,
ready, ready, for the Great Meeting to-night, when the well-
known, talented, and musical Mr. Kennedy, accompanied by
bis charming sons and daughters, will give their world-famous
Songs of Scotland, their first appearance in the Town Hall for
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the first time, so be in time, time, time — their Name is suffi-
cient! — ^be early to get your seats, to-night at eight, and sharp's
the word ! God save the Queen."
From Montreal we went to Quebec, a night journey of 172
miles. A little after five next morning we saw the country
under deep snow. Was it really the 23rd of April? We
reached Point Levis at half-past seven ; and, across the St
Lawrence, saw grand old Quebec, with its citadel-crowned
heights, 350 feet above the river.
By eight o'clock we had reached the wharf at Quebec, and
were beset by a mob of carriole drivers. They were like
wolves that had been starving all the winter and had seen the
first food of the season. Woe to the unhappy traveller ! One
man seized his right arm, another his left, a third besieged him
in front, a fourth implored him from behind to take no other
vehicle but his ; while a cordon of fellows pressed in, exclaim*
ing, " That's my man," " He spotted me," and " Drop him, he's
my job !" " Carriole, carriole ! " cried the Frenchmen. "Carry-
all, carry-all," shouted the English, with a pronunciation very
laughable, seeing that each vehicle appeared to hold as few as
possible. The wharf was densely occupied by these sleighs,
each capable of seating three passengers. We got ourselves
distributed into three carrioles, while a fourth was devoted to
the luggage.
Above us frowned precipitous rocks and ramparts. The
streets, rising from the lower town at the base of the heights to
the upper town on the higher table-land, were extraordinarily
steep. The snow was covered with dirt and mud, the deposit
of months now appearing after a few spells of thaw. The
surface was broken into large holes, and the carrioles pitched
and jolted in a most amusing manner, making us hold on as
if for dear life. The hill was occupied by a long string of
vehicles. Now and then, two or three trunks were jerked out
into the road, and the sleighs had to be sharply pulled up,
amidst loud oaths in French and English, and the merriment
of the passengers ; while above all, the church bells were
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noisily pealing, and the pavements crowded with good Catholics
£oing to matins.
We put up at the '* St Louis Hotel/' which was under the
Iiands of the painters. Long ladders and stagings were placed
up the front of the building, and Frenchmen scraped and
splashed and chattered in mid-air. As we sat in our bedroom,
^ man would now and then make his way in with a rope, and
tie the end of it to the door-handle, as a security to a ladder
then and there coming before the window. The passages were
full of scaffolding, and we had to duck under pairs of steps at
the risk of being whitewashed. In the streets the snow lay
dirty and deep, piled up in mounds at places, while men were
busy breaking up the snow and clearing the roads. In the
outskirts the snow was heaped up to a height of ten feet. In
tbc country the drifts were fifteen feet in depth. The streets
of the older part of the town are tortuous and filthy, and wind
amongst earthworks and battlements. Ramparts are seen at
every turn, with port-holes staring at you, and cannon looking
as if about to pour a volley into some unoffending clothier's or
grocer's.
Overlooking the river is a fine esplanade, which cannot be
less than 300 feet long — a wide, clear platform, occupying a
commanding height, and forming the afternoon walk of the
citizens. From here we had a quaint view of the lower town
—a bewildered confusion of house-tops, ricketty old-fashioned
gables, and a forest of chimney-stacks. Little railed stairways
led from the attic window of one tenement to the house-top
lower down the slope, the roof being used as a promenade.
Frenchmen in guernseys, with red cowls on their heads, strolled
on these domestic battlements, like the Jews of old. The gaps
and cramped lanes between the houses were full of snow, and
heavy drifts lay high amongst the rocks, as if about to fall in
avalanches upon the frail dwellings beneath. At the citadel,
one or two soldiers were moving about, and at intervals a
bugle-call broke upon the silence. From the ramparts of the
citadel — the highest point about the city — ^you have, perhaps,
the most comprehensive river-view in the world.
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Quebec is the Gibraltar of Canada. Its battlements seem \o
be groaning under history. Here are the famous Plains of
Abraham, or " Heights of Abram," as Burns calls them, where
in 1759 was waged the fierce struggle for the possession of
Quebec, when General Wolfe fell, not however before he had
wrested the formidable city from the French. Quebec ^as ever
been the palpitating heart of the historical life of Canada.
Coming to events of more modern interest, it was here that
John Wilson, the great Scottish vocalist, breathed his last
His grave, marked by a fine obelisk, lies in a cemetery some
distance out from the town.
We passed four days very pleasantly in the ancient city.
When the evening of departure came, the hotel-folks were
arranging for us to drive to the ferry-boat But we had had
quite enough of the carrioles ! We walked to the lower town,
down the unhealthy smelling streets and past the old houses ;
then lost ourselves, and had to ask our way of a policeman,
who, strange to say, could not give us the direction. "No
spick Ainglish," said he, "spick you some oder man." Getting
right at last, we took our places on the boat, and presently got
into friendly talk with an old Scotsman, who was going across
the river. " Eh," he commenced, " IVe a fine job on the noo.
Ye ken Tm in the agency business. Weel, Tm sellin' washing-
machines ; an* what I dae is this — I gang into the hooses an'
wash. I just let the folk see what the thing'll dae. Its rollers,
ye ken, an* sape an* wattcr. There*s nac rubbin* o* the claes.
I putt a five-dollar bill, wrapped up in the claes, through an*
through the machine twenty times without spilin' it Ay, that
convinces the folk, an* they buy the washers by the dizzen."
During this interesting confession, the steamer had moved off,
and was gliding out from under the fortifications and frowning
rocky heights of the city, which stood square-cut and massively
black against the sunset
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CHAPTER XVII.
* The Maritime Provinces— New Brunswick — Nova Scotia — Newfoundland.
Our faces were now turned to St John, the commercial capital
of New Brunswick, travelling by way of New Hampshire and
Maine. After a night journey we awoke to find ourselves in
Yankee-land. At Island Pond the baggage was examined by
the Custom officers — one of our trunks being opened and the
contents overhauled to our intense delight! The train
** breakfasted *' here. At the hotel-table there sat opposite us
two young ladies, who were sisters, and talked in a loud tone
of voice concerning their private affairs. From an adjoining
table, a young man greeted the fair maidens as old acquaint-
ances, and asked if he might take a seat beside them. " Oh, I
should so much wish it," said the younger gushingly. " So
glad," said he. " We've jest come from Dee-troit," commenced
the elder sister in a scientific-lecturer pitch of voice, " an' we're
goin* down east to Professor Brown's College." "Yes,"
chimed in the younger damsel, " Fm told they polish an' turn
out well there ; that's why we're goin'." Then the ladies asked
the gentleman " what locality he was located in ;" after which
they went on to state that their " pa " the doctor could not
come to breakfast as. he was "sick" (ill). The elder sister
being pressed to take a hot roll — " No," said she, " Fm too sick
to look at them buns." Then stretching her arm across the
table after the departing waitress, " Hi ! see here, you there,'*^
she cried, ** I want more tea." " Oh," added her sister, " Fm
goin' to fill up with coa-fee!" On the railway platform
strolled their " pa " the doctor, a middle-aged gentleman with
clean-shaven face, heavy features, his hair arranged in long
wispy ringlets stiffened with grease, and wearing a high hat
narrowing at the crown. He was shortly joined by his twa
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daughters, who walked deliberately up and down, each chew-
ing a wooden toothpick.
Our further journey was delightful. The snow was not
lying on the lower ground ; the air had some balminess and the
sun some warmth. The White Mountains of New Hampshire
were a noteworthy feature, the loftiest peak, Mount Washington,
covered with a liberty-cap of snow, towering into the blue sky.
During the forenoon the train traversed the State of Maine^
where exists a stringent liquor-law, but where " bitters " of all
kinds are sold with impunity. It must be confessed, though,
that the towns had a great air of sobriety. A remark of mine
that nobody would be able to get a " nip " here was received
with smiles of incredulity by our fellow-passengers, and then a
number of incidents were told, to show how ingeniously the
Liquor Law is evaded. One story ran as follows. A book-
peddler, with a bundle of blue-and-gold volumes under his arm,
steps into a shop : — " Hev any of my books to-day ? " " No ! —
get away," says the shopkeeper, huffily. "Jest look at one
book." "What have you got?" "The Pilgrim's Progress."
^* Get away, now, d ye hear ? " " Jest hev a look ! " " Clear
out ! " The peddler unscrews a comer of the sham book, and
holds it to the storekeeper's nose: — "Hev a sftiff^ then?"
^* Eh ? " (storekeeper sniffs) — " Old rye, by thunder ! I guess
I'll take three volumes !"
The Yankee element faded out of the "cars" as we entered
New Brunswick. When we sighted St. John the train was
running on a peninsula. On the left appeared the river, on
the right the shores and outstanding seal-rocks of the Bay of
Fundy. A short trip in a ferry-boat brought us across to St
John. The town is busy and enterprising. The prospect
down many of the streets ends in a pleasant water view, either
of the St. John River or the Bay. St John is famed for ship-
ping and lumbering. There is a ton of shipping for every in-
habitant of the province, which numbers 300,000 people. St
John has a pretty good harbour, sheltered at its mouth by an
island, on which there is a steam fog-horn. At this time the
giant trombone was booming night and day, with a plaintive
The ''Blue-Noses:' 227
dying cadence. The Bay of Fundy is one of the tidal wonders
of the world. The tide rises in some places sixty feet — in the
harbour of St John it marks thirty feet At the wharves you
see ships of 1500 tons lying high on the ooze. The St John
River, at a part called the Rapids or Falls, is hemmed in closely
by precipitous rocks, and here you see the marvellous effect of
the big tide. At high water the tide sweeps up and combats
with the wild rapids, flooding them completely, and making a
smooth, deep channel for vessels. Again, at Moncton, at the
head of the Bay of Fundy, the spring tides flow up in a wave
two or three feet high, resembling on a smaller scale the "bore"
of the Ganges and the Yang-tse-kiang.
How we enjoyed the delightful sea-breezes at St John! The
people here have been dubbed the " Blue- Noses," probably in
allusion to their climate, but I should rather call them the
" Red-Cheeks," as everybody has such a good colour. How
different from the Western States, with their dry climate and
want of salt in the air !
St John to Newcastle was a pleasant railway journey of 160
miles through New Brunswick, the conductor shouting out such
unearthly names as Quispamsis, Nauwigewauk, Passekeag,
Apohaqui, Plumwaseep, and Penobsquis. At Newcastle we
sang in the new Masonic Hall, the acoustics of which were not^
increased by the floor being carpeted with two inches of saw-
dust This was for the ingenious purpose of keeping the floor
deaa The audience, of course, were limited to the mere
clapping of hands ; but at last they could stand it no longer,
and scraped holes through the saw-dust to the floor, so as to
hear the clatter of their feet
A steamer conveyed us from Newcastle to Chatham, six miles
down the Miramichi River. The sun shone in a cloudless sky,
the river exquisitely smooth, and the wooded shores mirroring
themselves on the glassy water. Now a large stern-wheeled
steamer would churn past ; now an Indian would steal along
in his bark canoe ; now an enormous raft, with the water lap-
ping lazily against it, would glide down the river, propelled by
sail and oar. On board the steamer were several old men, all
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natives of New Brunswick. ** I was born down the river here,"
commenced one of them; "an* when I was a younker, the
great fire took place that burnt over a big track of country, a
hundred miles long and seventy miles broad, devouring the
villages it passed over. My father was workin' aboard one of
the boats at the time, an' wasn't at home all that day. There
was my mother, my sister, a neighbour's two little children, an"
myself in the house. In the evening my mother happened to
be outside the cottage, when she saw a red glimmer far off, an*
came in saying there was a fire somewhere. A few minutes
after that she went out again, an* saw the glare was fast comin'
nearer. Then she knew the forest was ablaze, an' she ran in
with a blanket to cover us. She had hardly done it when the
flames came rushing along. They leaped down in great flakes
upon us, like fire out of heaven, an' our cottage was eaten up
like tinder. My mother an' my sister perished there, an' I
never saw them again ; the bones of the two little children
were got some time after amongst the ashes. I was the only .
survivor, an' dreadfully burnt. My father was kept on board
the ship all night ; no one was allowed to have any connection
with the land for fear of fire ; an' it was not till next day that
he got ashore an' saw the black ruins of our old home."
We returned south again as far as Moncton and branched
off to Amherst, where we first set foot in Nova Scotia. From
hence to Truro, was a splendid journey amid green refreshing
landscapes. Truro lies in the heart of old-settled country and
is surrounded by scenery beautiful even for Nova Scotia. The
weather was hot; summer had set in with a rush. The railway
ride to Halifax was a perfect treat. The recent rains had
washed and gladdened the face of nature. The grass was vivid
green — the fields were mantled with deep clover — the bushes
and shrubs were full of vigorous life — the trees had burst into foli-
age — the air was inexpressibly fragrant, clear and exhilarating.
Alter the long spell of winter and the wet weather of spring,
the verdant loveliness of these Nova Scotian landscapes was
truly delightful. This was the Acadie or Acadia over which
Longfellow has thrown the glamour of his charming " Evan-
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geline.'* The Scotch element in the province is now very
large. The very Indians chance to be called "mic-macs!"
The neighbouring island of Cape Breton is almost wholly
peopled by Highlanders and the Gaelic is there the language
of the people.
At eight o'clock in the evening we sighted the world famous
harbour of Halifax. Though not perhaps so beautiful, it is as
spacious as the like extolled harbour of Sydney in New South
Wales, The situation of Halifax on the sloping ground and
heights which look down upon the harbonr is very impressive.
The city, rising above the fringe of shipping, is crowned with
the green hill whereon stands the citadel. There is here all
the life, display and petit scandal of a garrison-town. The city
when we first saw it presented a very animated spectacle. The
pavements were thronged with soldiers, sailors, ruddy-faced
sea-captains, young English ** swells," negroes, Roman Catholic
priests, Indians with dyed basket work for sale, officers in
civilian garb, and officers' ladies with little pet bull dogs, while
now and again a military somebody, adorned with cocked hat
and feathers, would drive past in an open carriage. The
market was another point of interest. Along the pavements
crouched rows of negro women, smoking short pipes, and dis-
playing baskets of vegetables. The crowd picturesquely
relieved by one or two squaws in richly-beaded robes.
Churches are numerous in Halifax, and the Presbyterian
body well represented. In one Scotch church there is a
splendid organ. The subject of instrumental music in church
is agitating the minds of the people here, as everywhere else in
Canada. It is related that during the discussion of the Organ
Question at a certain meeting of Presbyterian clergymen, one
of them rose and said : — " Brethren, I think it expedient that
instrumental music should be introduced, to give variety to our
plain and quiet Presbyterian service, and keep up with the
wants of the day, thereby drawing more young people to the
church." At this a grave old minister remarked, that his
worthy brother, by making the organ an attraction, was acting
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on the principle of the old song, " O whistle an' FU come to ye,
my lad !"
We are off to Newfoundland. The Allan liner steams down
the harbour, the shores of which are obscured by the fogs roll-
ing in densely from the sea. The open sea is gained
unconsciously, for the coast is invisible, and the water like a
lake. We strike up acquaintance with folks on board from all
parts of the world — some from New Zealand ; a Scottish
farmer, too, who has been forty-two years in Nova-Scotia, and
is going home " on the sly " to take his brother and sisters by
surprise ; a Dutchman from the Cape of Good Hope, who is
a member of the Legislature there, and left the colony last
"Yune;" and an old lady from Newfoundland, voluble in praSse
of its "dear rugged rocks." Two days we rush at well-nigh full
speed through the mist, the steam-whistle blowing night and
day. The steamer emerges from the mist in sight of the shores
of Newfoundland. Round about us are icebergs, that gleam
with dazzling whiteness in the sun. We pass close to an
immense block, its dipping crystal edge glittering with a
delicious transparent light -green that contrasts beautifully
with the pure snow encrusted on its surface. To right and left
shoot out wild, precipitous headlands. Before us appears the
mouth of the harbour, an exceedingly narrow gut, rent open
in some convulsions of nature, and nearly invisible till we are
close upon it. The steamer cautiously enters between the
sheer heights that sink abruptly into the water, and barren
slopes with a threadbare covering of stunted grass, descending
steeply on either hand. These Heads have perhaps no
parallel in narrowness, and an intruding rock lessens the width
still more ; but there is a great depth of water close inshore.
The ship's cannons are fired, and the reports echo and re-echo
with deafening roar from side to side of the contracted gullet
An overpowering odour of cod-fish greets our noses, and the
town of St. John's is displayed to view, forming a horse-shoe
against the high ground facing the entrance.
The little harbour, locked in by the high hills, is lively with
fishing-boats, schooners, and small steamers. The wharf \s
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crowded by a sample of the inhabitants. We find that the
large assembly is not from unusual interest in the steamer (as
we had fondly flattered ourselves !) but owing to this being the
Corpus Christi holiday, when the Catholics, the majority of the
population, are enjoying themselves. As we pass through the
crowd, we heard loud whispers of who and what we are ; for in
this island everybody knows everybody else, and as it isn't the
family of Mr. O'Malley of Hearts Content, or Mr. Mauvaise of
Carbonear, or the Flahertys of Harbour Grace, it can be no
other than the " Kennedys."
St Johns is the capital of Newfoundland, the oldest colony
of Britain. The island is something larger than Ireland, lies at
the mouth of the Gulf of St. Lawrence, and is the most easterly
portion of America. The population is 161,000, so there are a
good many acres of land (and rock) per head. St. Johns itself
has 23,000 inhabitants. A queer place it is, with one good
business street a mile and a half long, running at the back of
the wharves. Higher up on the hill is another street, less
regrular, and not so substantial in its buildings. The rest of the
town is composed of bye-streets, lanes, and a nebulous
collection of wooden huts perched higgledy-piggledy upon the
stony braes that rise in and about the town. The better class
of houses are of brick, some faced with plaster, too many with
an old uncleansed appearance. If the folks used whitewash or
paint, it would wonderfully brighten up the town.
Through the streets drive little fish-carts and other vehicles,
drawn by diminutive shaggy horses. Burly red-whiskered
men in rough blue guernseys walk along, trailing heavy cod-
fish. Shock-headed children and unkempt women are filling
their cans at one of the public wells. A knot of bulky black
dogs are snarling over some fish-refuse. There are scores of
dogs here. You see them prowling about the streets, romping
with the children, or sunning themselves in doorways. No
matter where you go, you are always knocking against some
bass-voiced dog or other. Everybody, even the ver>' poorest
person, seems to own one. The dogs are of all kinds, but few,
I think, of the pure breed. There are far more Newfoundland
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-dogs in Scotland than here. Half the poor brutes are muzzled
— "to keep them from fighting with the other half/' as an
Irishman explained to us ! Every second or third dog you see
has its back frayed and its loins chafed, from having to be put
in harness during the winter to draw logs for firewood. In the
outskirts you come upon squalor and poverty. You walk on
rough cobble pavements and climb foul steep bye-ways, with
rocks cropping up in the middle of them. You see ricketty
black houses, all off the straight, and shored up with long
poles. At one part the slovenly huts are enclosed with high
palisade fences like a Maori " pah," while alongside them the
abrupt gravelly slope has been scratched into a little patch of
cultivated ground. You come upon long rows of squalid
dwellings — the narrow door cut in half across, the lower leaf
shut, and a slatternly female lolling over it, exchanging gossip
with another woman leaning out of the door adjoining. No
matter how decayed or wretched the house, it possesses a little
shop, principally for the sale of tape and confectionery, with
hens dancing in and out behind the counter. Nets, sails, oil-
tuns, and anchor-chains lie on all hands. Long-legged pigs,
goats, and scraggy cows dispute supremacy with bare-legged,
bare-headed children, playing in the middle of the street.
On the other side of the harbour, you walk through a real
fishing-village, composed of decrepit shanties, many of them
tottering on piles above the water — others poked away into
little rocky gullies, or mounted on the edges of shelves and
clifTs, and propped up to prevent their being blown over.
Above and amongst the houses arc erected large " flakes " or
stagings for drying cod. Very interesting it is to look down
upon them, covered with a field of fish, and see a gang of men
and women walking about, stacking them in bunches like
sheaves on a corn-field. The road through this fishing-hamlet
is narrow, rocky, winding — occasionally leading over the top of
the drying-platforms, and at others bringing you amongst the
unhealthy huts that lie in the damp cold shade beneath these
brushwood roofs. One moment your feet will be splashing in
a hill-stream, next going through puddles of fish-brine. In
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this place you ascend a wooden plank with ledges, like the
entrance to a hen-house ; in that, you walk along a crazy kind
of balcony in front of some trembling huts ; " now winding
amongst herring barrels, now alongside ships loading up with
seal-skins ; now passing immense wooden vats filled with seal-
fat, slowly melting by its own weight and the heat of the sun,
and being drawn off in barrels for shipment On every hand
boats, oars, and nets — everywhere the smell of cod liver oil, seal
oil, and fish.
The fishermen, sealers, carters, all the poorer class, are Irish.
Scotch people are few, but are to be found in the prosperous
part of the community — the " codfish aristocracy " by name.
The large proportion of the inhabitants are natives, no
immigration having taking place for the last twenty-five years.
The original settlers came from the West of England and
West of Ireland. The rich Irish brogue has been perpetuated,
and has leavened the language of the island ; for even the
children of Scotch parents, from association with Irish boys
and girls and Irish servants, talk with a strong Hibernian
accent
Cod-fishing is the employment of most part of the people
during the summer months. The islanders prosecute the safer
and more convenient fisheries along the coast — the Great
Banks of Newfoundland being left to the French and American
vessels, which may account for one seeing such startling
financial news as : — " The New York banker, Edward Jones,
has put in here short of salt 1" The papers come out with
their telegrams : — " Cod has struck in," " Herring has passed
here." "Caplin," the important cod-bait, strikes in on 15th
June. When it makes its appearance coastwise, the cod is
approaching also. Caplins are like sprats, and come in
struggling myriads ; they are netted in thousands, and even
used as manure on the fields. There are two ways of catching
cod — one is by the caplin-bait, the other is by "jigging." On
Saturday afternoon my brothers and I went out with some
Scotch friends in a wee steam launch, through the Heads, and
into a bay, where we had "jigging" and caplin-fishing to our
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234 Smging Round fhe World,
heart's content But we caught nothing ; and, after that, what;
did. we care for the many stern beauties of the coast, the
** Black Head," '* Peggy's Leg," and other remarkable forma-
tions? An ugly swell, too, laid us all prostrate over the
gunwale. But a refreshing tea was prepared on board, and^
truth to tell, we boiled the bait !
There is a heavy feudal feeling about the island. The fisher-
men, by their improvidence, place themselves under the heel,
of the fishing-companies and merchants. A man, say, advances
30,000 dollars* worth of goods to a ** bay," as a small fishing^^
community is called, the success or otherwise of this transactioa,
depending on the result of the fishing. For if the latter is a
failure, then the debt is virtually cancelled. But the store*,
keeper, to recompense himself for these risks and losses^
increases the price of the goods. Then there is a middle-man.
or agent at the "bay," who also understands a bad fishery
means " no pay," and who also " puts it on " to save his own
pocket, thereby making a second rise in the price of the goods
before they reach the fishermen. " Independence of mind !" a
man said — "if the fishermen don't work to suit their employers
they don't get any provisions ; and if they doa't do what the
priest tells them, they're cursed outright — its either starvation
or damnation !
St John's has the extraordinary number of eleven news*
papers. They are all small sheets, about a quarter the size of
an ordinary daily. One of them boasts a circulation of 150;
another taxes our credulity by claiming 200. There is a paper,
which is " published daily," but only comes out twice a week.
We called at another office on Tuesday, but Monday's paper.
had not been issued. " You see," was the explanation, " the
holiday last Thursday has thrown us quite out — my boy only
appeared yesterday." We were told of one paper that came
out " semi-occasionally." One almost expected to hear of
another as " bi-doubtfully," The offices here remind me of one
we saw in Canada. Asking for the editor, we were confronted
by a brisk young fellow in shirt-sleeves. " Editor ? I'l^ editor,
proprietor, printer, compositor, pressman, newsagent, touter.
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and account-collector, which is the hardest work of all — so I
guess if you want any of those gentlemen, just speak to me ! "
There are about half-a-dozen kinds of money here. First there
is the real Newfoundland coinage — the "pound," or four
dollars ; the " shilling," or twenty-cent piece, and so on — the
currency being on a lower scale of value than ours. All large
sums are spoken of and calculated in pounds. Then there is
the Canadian money, dollars, and cents, and American money,
both of which are taken on different discounts. There are also
the Spanish and Mexican dollars ; while, to increase the con-
fusion, there is a considerable amount of British money in
circulation.
We had some difficulty and much fun in getting a piano for
the hall here. In the first place, we called on Mr. A., the
music-seller, who showed us a cottage-piano half a tone flat
** I had to lower it," said he, " for some young ladies who sang
at a local concert" The piano, we were told, would have to
be taken out of the first-storey window. Last time it was
moved he had to saw off the banisters of the stairs, but that
came to be troublesome and expensive. He dealt chiefly now
in pianettes. " The fact is," said he, " the doors and stairs are
so narrow that coffins and pianos have to be taken in and out
of the windows." We found there was only two " grands " in
the island — one at Harbour Grace and one at Mr. B.'s, to whom
accordingly we went It was an ancient, highly-carved instru-
ment, with a sonorous bass, but " tink-a-tanky " upper notes.
Off next to see the piano of Mrs. C, a widow, whom we sur-
prised in the act of cleaning house. Oh yes, she had a
" cottage " — ^and it was the most " cottagey " piano one ever
saw, for the back of it rose almost as high as the ceiling. "It's
rather out of tune," remarked Mrs. C. ; so we struck A to test
it with our " fork," but the key gave no sound, " Just what I
said," she exclaimed — ^" some of the notes are out of tune
altogether ! **
Many hours we spent in romantic expeditions amongst the
lofty hills that overlook the harbour, and wild rambles along
the rocky nooks of the coast The shore is indented with
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deep, gloomy clefts — sheer glistening walls of rock rising on
either side, and the imprisoned sea thundering and reverberat-
ing up the sides of the terrible fissure. Yet here, on some
little alluvial plot between the rocks, you will see a frail fisher-
hut sticking as pertinaciously as a limpet Over the mountain
we roam, and lo ! after a tough ascent, are standing on the top
of the breezy heights, whence we look down upon the coast as
it busks in the warm, brilliant sunshine. Great swelling humps
and hummocks, like clenched hands with bare ridges for
knuckles, are outstretched fearlessly into the sea, their bases
fringed with limpid green shallows, on which the waves seem
to break gently in creamy foam. From our giddy elevation
we see the fishing-cobles rocking on the lazy swell. Below
and beyond, all round the circle of vision, and extending to
where the dim fog-bank skirts the remote horizon, lies the broad
expanse of ocean, over which the sportive wind sends many a
dark ruffle — its surface picked out in many places with gleam-
ing sails and the more vivid silvery whiteness of the outstand-
ing icebergs.
The interior of Newfoundland, strange to say, has not yet been
thoroughly explored. So far as is known, however, there are
plenty of moss-hags and moors, some lightly timbered country,
and not a few acres of arable land.
The seaboard of Newfoundland is occupied more or less by
fishermen. The remoter villages are called the " Outports."
The people are far from civilisation ; few of them can read and
write. The boys, when they should be at school, are away with
their fathers at the fishing. A priest even is seldom seen. Such
a state of things is far more woful than the condition of the
South Sea Islanders. In the nearer and more frequented ports
there are well-ordered thriving, communities. We met a man
in St. John's who was a fiddler, and frequently visited ** the
Ports" in this capacity — that is, he was invited to play at
weddings. These are no paltry affairs here. As a reverend
"Father" only comes round once in a long while, it is found
best to have a lot of marriages at once — sometimes twenty-four
at a time. One of the customs is, that the brides decorate the
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fiddler with long ribbons of different colours, so that the jolly
musician is soon as radiant with streamers as an Arctic sky.
We lived at the only hotel in St John's — ^a small house, with
accommodation for about fourteen people. The head of the
table was graced by our landlord and his lady, in the ancient
hostelry fashion. We had cod every day for dinner, save when
a splendid salmon burst upon us — its plump, aristocratic form
reposing in a tin dish about three feet long. We never tired of
cod, boiled or fried — it was a princely dish. Our taste was also
gratified in the matter of vegetables, which were cooked in the
Irish fashion — ^boiled, that is, along with pork or ham. Occa-
sionally, too, in default of cabbage, we had dandelions and tur-
nip-tops — " neep-shaws " being accounted as much of a luxury
here as in London.
We enjoyed our stay in St John's to the full. The prover-
bial hospitality of the Newfoundlanders was not wanting. We
met many friendly Scotsmen, and one day received a laconic
note: — "Parritch will be ready the morn's momin' at eight
o'clock " — true to which invitation we arose early, and walked
two miles and a half into the country, where we were treated
to delicious milk-porridge. This Scotsman's house stood by
itself in the midst of quiet green howes and knowes, and was a
cosy, handsome building in the Elizabethan style. In winter
time our friend removed into town, for even the villa was not
proof*against the wild snow-wreaths that buried up the fences.
In the course of a pleasant " crack " our hostess remarked that
life passed quietly in Newfoundland — no hurry, worry, or ex-
citement The fishing season glided into the winter season,
the winter season into the sealing season ; they did not mea-
sure time by days and hours as they did in Scotland. Still an
eighteen-pounder fires every day at noon, while at eleven
o'clock P.M., a watchman patrols the street calling out the hour,
adding — ^** And a clear starlight night," or whatever the sky
may be.
The time never hung heavy on our hands till the Thursday
we were to leave St John's. All day we watched the signal
station on the hill for signs of the steamer ; but it was not till
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very late at night that we heard the double bang of the ship's
cannon. About one o'clock on Friday morning the " Caspian "
sailed, the last sounds we heard from the shore being some
kindly parting words in broadest Doric from half-a-dozen young
Scotsmen, with whom my brothers and I had spent a friendly
time. \ The steamer glided past the high land of the harbour,
that moyed in inky black masses against a starlit sky, then
emerged from the dark rocky gateway, with the bright shooting
rays of the lighthouse running up and down the ocean swelL
In half an hour the elevated outline of the coast was extending
behind us, with a gentle aurora rising above it like another twi-
light Good night to " Terra Nova,''
A journey of seven days brought us to Liverpool, and a few
hours later we were in full enjoyment of the comforts of
" Home, sweet home," after an absence of four and a half years.
Our trip had been one of considerable toil, but also of gp-eat
pleasure. As a family-party, we carried "our ain fireside"
with us, and found "friends in ilka place" to brighten our
joumeyings to and fro. The hearts of Scotsmen everywhere
were full of the liveliest and tenderest feelings towards home
and its associations, its poetr>'', and its song. The Scottish
emigrant nearly always proves a credit to his country. He
makes a first-class colonist — a fact we frequently heard attested
by those of other nationalities. As a rule he is satisfied with
his lot, though sometimes expecting to combine the advaiTtages
of a new country with all the comforts of the old.
We have often been asked, since our return, " What place
did you like best in your travels?" — a very difficult question to
answer, where there is such a variety of place, climate, and
condition as is presented in the colonies. Canada, being com-
paratively next door, is very attractive to those who do not like
to risk a longer journey. A man goes to Canada or the States
with the feeling that, if he does not like the country, he can
come back " in a few months." At the same time, there is no
more risk in going to the Antipodes, and the prospects are
equally good. A capable, healthy and temperate man will
certainly better his condition in any of the colonies. Maigr
Our Native Land.
239
of the colonists we met in New Zealand felt that in coming so
far they had severed connection with the old country, but they
had a yearning, lingering hope of seeing their native land once
more. One old Scotsman said, " I doot Til no get hame to
Scotland again — it'll no be convenient to gang ; but if onybody
said to me, * Ye shall not go,' I'd be off the morn's mornin' !"
Amid Canadian snows. New Zealand mountains, Australian
bush, and South African veldt^ one meets with the same shrewd,
persevering Scotsman, steadily moving in his colonial orbit, and
moving none the less regularly because of the tender gravita-
tion of his heart towards the central sphere of patriotic affect-
tion — dear though distant Scotland.
SOUTH AFRICA.
CHAPTER XVIII.
Voyage to Ihe Cape — Am»ing in Table Bay — Cape Town — Table Uouotaia—
Port Eliiabetb— Giabamstown— Up-Countiy TraTelling— The Veldt— TaJe of
a Kafir Wai.
" I've got it settled now," remarked my father one bleak day
in January 1879.
" What ? — a tour in England ? — Scotland ? — Ireland ? — or — ^
" South Africa !" he exclaimed. " Yes, David, we will go to
the Cape this summer ! "
And in tbisswift, decisive manner was an important trip settled.
The idea did not look at all amiss. The Galeka and Gaika
risings had been quelled ; South Africa seemed settled. But
after our arrangements had been completed, the Zulu war broke
out, and Isandhlwana came like a thunder clap upon the Brit-
ish public Our friends felt assured we would never visit South
''Land hoi'' 241
Africa now- They thought we would be going with our lives
in our hand, or be liable to be seized and kept by JCetewayo as
his perpetual Court Minstrels. Zulu war or no Zulu war, we
had secured our passages by the Donald Currie line of steamers
running to the Cape. I started off in advance, followed a
fortnight after by my father and my sisters Marjory and Lizzie ;
while my brothers Robert and James departed to prosecute
vocal studies in Milan.
The harbour of Dartmouth looked fresh and lovely — the
green and wooded heights dappled with the swift-fleeting sha-
dows of the breeze-blown clouds. The "Dublin Castle" steam-
ship was sailing out with reinforcements for the Cape. Her
decks were swarming with troops — six companies of the 60th
Rifles. The saloon was thronged with officers and civilian
passengers, among the latter those jackals of history, " our own
specials." Amid the cheers of the seven hundred soldiers who
thronged bulwarks and rigging, the ship's cannon fired, and
** Auld Lang Syne " blared upon the ocean breeze, answered by
the same heart-cheering tune from a. band upon the headland.
On a projecting point had gathered a vast crowd of spectators,
and the hill blossomed white with handkerchiefs.
The soldiers were attired in dark-grey overcoats and coarse
drooping cowls, giving one the idea of an insurrection of some
hundreds of Masaniellos. As a rule, they were not idle — now,
like a swarm of ants, coming up with their hammocks to the
fresh air ; now, forty or fifty of them at a time, helping the
sailors to haul the main-brace, or set a topsail ; now gathering
round some companion, who danced a jig to the music of a
tin whistle. The greatest treat of all was when the men felt
moved to sing their barrack-ditties. Patriotic songs were most
in favour, and sentiments of honour and valour were trolled
forth in the twilight, to an accompaniment of sea-billows, by a
<^orus of two or three hundred voices. Occasionally a solo
vocalist with gift of impromptu^ would introduce apt allusions
to the fields of glory at the Cape, and the honourable graves
that awaited the 6oth Rifles there.
" Land ho ! " There, on the horizon, one bright sw*
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noon in March, appeared the rugged ranges of the Cape, witk
the unmistakable Table Mountain, though seen for the first
time, towering up like an old familiar friend. There, too, were
the Twelve Apostles, — a dozen peaks as varied in character as
their celebrated namesakes, and looking as grim as when, amid
the tempest, they heard the impious Dutchman swear he would
weather the great Cape. The restless-looking mountain chain
shone tawnily under the blue heavens, and loomed larger and
larger, till early in the afternoon we arrived in Table Bay.
Cape Town, the capital of South Africa, displays itself in a
bright, fresh-looking crescent The streets rise gently from the
shore, and break away on the back slopes into nestling villas
and gardens, the majestic Table Mountain shutting in the whole
scene, with its soaring precipices, 4000 feet high.
Alongside the wharf, we found ourselves under a broiling sun,
with hundreds of blacks awaiting us, and scores of Europeans,
boasting puggarees, linen coats, and white umbrellas. The
gangway was shoved on board by a dozen coolies, "bossed" by
a burly Scottish gentleman, whose " braid Scots " tones were
the first words that greeted us in South Africa. The motley
throng was backed by a long string of light-painted hansom
cabs, driven by Malays, hailing one of whom I was conveyed
along the coal-dusty wharves. " Any cigars or jewellery?" A
gold-braided official standing in the middle of the road, like a
highwayman, seized my horse's head, and I had to report my-
self at the Custom- House, where a number of German Jews
were undergoing a searching ordeal. The shed was littered
with shirts, socks, slippers, and wearing apparel generally, while
over the emptied boxes stooped the unlucky owners, apoplectic
with rage and exertion. Fortunately my luggage was passed
at once. I said laughingly, "That's surely because I've a
Scotch face ; " and the answer was, " Right you are, sir ! "
The streets of Cape Town are unpaved, and the drainage is
open. They are dusty and dirty by day, and unsavoury by
night The houses lack the comfort and shade one expects in
a warm climate. Few verandahs greet the eye — scarcely any
awnings. The folks on the sunny side of the way darken their
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houses with shutters ; the streets all seem to be struck blind
about mid-day, and the loneliness and glare are very oppressive.
The houses have bare staring fronts, large windows with
innumerable small panes, and flat roofs ; while their Dutch
origin is further marked by the " stoep " (pronounced " stoop ")
— a stone platform, from four to five feet high, raised in front
of each house, and reached by a small flight of steps. Every
stoep is separated from its neighbour, either by a low stone or
brick parapet, or by a break ; and as it abuts some three or
four feet, occupies the place where the pavement should be.
The foot passenger has to be continually swerving off the
desultory side-walk into the dusty street I must say how-
ever, that it is a great luxury to sit on a stoep and sip tea in
the starry evenings of these latitudes.
The chief thoroughfare is Adderley Street, which contains
some fine stores, offices, and warehouses. The ** Parade " is a
large open space in the heart of the city. An interesting
building to the stranger is Government House, which has a .
comfortable dignity, or aristocratic homeliness, that strikes one
very favourably. Another feature of Cape Town is its
Botanical Gardens, and close to them the delightful Avenue,
*— a mile of shady walk, cool in the summer sun, and charming
under the Cape moon.
What a mixture of nationalities is in Cape Town ! English,
Dutch, Malays, Mozambiquers, Indians, Kafirs, and "Cape
Town Boys" (descendants of St Helena immigrants), — all
shades of colour ranging from deepest negro night, through
twilight of half and quarter castes, to pure white European.
Of Cape Town's 33,000 inhabitants, the most numerous are the
Malays. The men sport large broad-brimmed hats of basket-
work, and many have coloured handkerchiefs tied round their
heads. The women flaunt gay head-dresses, and when a
wedding or a feast takes place, the streets are ablaze with
colour. At one marriage, the bride wore in the morning a blue
silk, in the afternoon pink satin, and in the evening white satin
with pearls in her hair ; the invitation cards wese in silver and
gold ; and the bride was a washerwoman I Tlie Malays axe
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industrious, — the men are cab-drivers, warehousemen, carpen-
ters, masons; the women sell fruit and wash clothes. They are
all Mohammedans, and one afternoon I visited their mosque^
a small building in a side street At the door lay a heap of
boots and shoes, belonging to the Faithful, and watched by a
crowd of boys, who pester the visitors for douceurs. The
worshippers seemed of the better class, and the variegated
colours of their robes made up a brilliant spectacle. They sat
cross-legged, each on his own little strip of carpet The old
priest or " imaum " read the Koran, and scores of white turbans
rose and fell with the responsive bows of the congregation.
Though forming the largest proportion of the population, the
Cape Malays are a mere accident — a remnant of the old Dutch
days of slavery — and are not found in any numbers out of
Cape Town.
Next, numerically, come the Dutch. Cape Town is Dutch,
and Dutch it will be for many a long day to come. It has a
Dutch Mayor, and the Town Council is largely made up of
Dutchmen. The Dutch language is all but universal. The
Scotch storekeeper speaks it, so does the Malay ; the " Cape
Town Boys" speak it; the Mozambiquers, the East Indian
coolies, the Kafirs, all speak it You can walk through street
after street of *' Kapstadt " and not hear one word of English.
The British element is the weakest in point of numbers, but to
it we owe what vital energy Cape Town possesses ; to it we
owe the finer buildings and street improvements ; and to it we
look for the future progress of the city and the colony
generally.
We lived at a boarding-house in Bree Street, the Dutch for
"broad street" The house was distinctly Dutch, and the
landlady even more so. She was a stout old lady, and sat at
the head of her table with a domestic queenliness, issuing her
commands in Dutch to her daughter-in-law and little black
serving-girls. The side-dishes were Dutch, but though it is the
fashion at the Cape to rail against Dutch cookery, we must
honestly confess to a sincere relish for the old lady's " arrange-
ments" of fish, flesh, and fowl. Our luggage was conveyed
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upstairs by two Kafirs, whom the good Frau called **bad boys"
for engaging in the last war ; but the poor fellows protested,
with sweating anxiety, that they were not rebels, but had been
** fighting for Queen Victoria." There are only a few Kafirs in
Cape Town, and these are mainly Galeka prisoners, working
on the breakwater. Seeing these able-bodied blacks, we
•
remarked to a bystander that the prisoners might rise any
night and fire the town. " Oh," said he, with a languid yawn,
** they're too lazy!" This breakwater is a necessity for the
commercial well-being of the city, Table Bay being com-
modious, but far from reliable. It faces the north, and in some
winds becomes a raging sea. Many a goodly vessel has
dragged anchor and been wrecked on its shores.
One day the minister of the " Scotch Church " took us round
to the Mission School connected therewith, presided over by
another Scotsman. The scholars were composed of English,
Scotch, Dutch, and coloured children. They sang some pieces
to us very well, especially the part-song " Weel may the boatie
row," a duet in which was performed by a Dutch girl and a
Malay 1 The .Scotch Church is shaded by gum-trees, the
sanitary properties of which are well known. The clergyman
is often visited by the Malays, who ask for twigs of it to put
in the coffins of their dead friends, and strew about the house.
On Sunday I noticed that the ** minister's man " was an old
grey-haired black, who went into the pulpit with all the solemn
deportment associated with this honourable office, and looked
well in his broadcloth surtout and white neck-tie. I sat next
a black girl, who sang lustily, in a good soprano voice, the
tunes of " St Asaph " and *' French," as if she had been a true-
blue Presbyterian in Edinburgh or Glasgow.
We gave eleven concerts in the Mutual Hall, the largest hall
in Cape Town. The Scottish element was very strong in our
audiences, and it was flatteringly told us that we had been the
means of uniting our countrymen together, welding them, as it
were, while under the watmth of Scottish sentiment and song.
We had a good many Malays amongst our auditors, these
people being exceedingly musical. In the evenings you hear
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their part songs, some of the fellows singing at their open
windows, and now and again a string of them extending across
the broad street and shouting ballads to the accompaniment of
guitar and concertina. They have very quick ears, the latest,
success of the concert-room being reproduced immediately in
the streets of the Malay quarter.
Table Mountain heaves itself up at you every moment of the
day. In the heat and hurry of business you must perforce turn
at the street-comer and have another look at it No one, to.
see Table Mountain overhanging the city, towering up in the
blue heavens, almost within stone's throw as it seems, would
imagine it was on speaking terms with the clouds. But by-
and-by you will see a tiny film of vapour steal out like an
emanation from its granite front Then the clouds will surge
round its base, lapping up in great tongues, or sun-lit flames of.
mist The moisture-laden winds coming up from the south.
and striking the mountain, condense on the lee side into that
wonderful " table-cloth," — the only table-cloth that ever raised
a human being above material things! The grand mass of
shining cloud, white and resplendent, spreads itself like an
immense ostrich feather along the flat ridge of the mountain —
or again, will pour swiftly down the sheer granite precipices in
a Niagara of vapour, then melts away ere it reaches the valley.
The weather was warm, March being an autumn month at
the Cape ; but vigorous breezes blew in from the sea. The
climate is "an excellent Pick-me-up," as the townsfolks
advertise it to the stranger. The breakfast-table was copiously
supplied with grapes every morning, and Cape wine was also
freely laid upon the table at dinner, attesting as much the
cheapness of the article as the beneficence of our landlady.
Grapes, too, met the eye at every street corner, sold by the fat
Malay woman, who takes the place of the British " apple-wife."
The climate enables people to adopt earlier hours than at
home. I have seen young ladies, fashionably dressed, strolling
along the Parade at half-past seven in the morning. The shops
open at eight A.M., and shut at half-past five or six, so that
there is no expense for lighting ; in fact, even in some of the
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lai^er stores, there is no gas laid on. One young lady told us
she rose regfularly at five, had breakfast at half-past five, dined
at eleven, supped at five, and went to bed at seven. She added
that therefore she required a bottle of smelling-salts to keep
herself awake at our concerts !
We had a pleasant walk round by the Kloof, the valley that
separates the " Lion's Head" from the Table Mountain, and on
the way, saw those unique " silver trees," whose glossy white
leaves are so much prized for their beauty and rarity. Another
walk we had was up to the "Plat Klip," or Flat Stone, a
favourite pic-nic spot on the lower slopes of Table Mountain.
To reach it, we had a stiff climb, following the course of a
stream, shaded by trees, where all the clothes-washing of Cape
Town is performed. This alfresco laundry is certainly a sight I
For a mile and a-half up the channel were crowds of Malay
women, washing clothes, banging them on the rocks, and
scrubbing them with husks of Indian corn. Our way wound
amongst the clothes, which lay everywhere. To parody
Shakespeare, there were " shirts upon stones, socks in the run-
ning brooks, petticoats on trees, and linen on everything." The
bushes were covered thickly with fruit-hosiery. Such a clatter
of tongues ! — a mile and a-half of women up to the knees in
soapy water !
The suburbs of Cape Town are strung together by a line of
railway which runs to Wynberg, eight miles distant To reach
this you pass a succession of delightful villa-villages. The
prettiest is Rondebosch, lying at the back of Tabic Mountain^
amongst vineyards and orchards. A most pleasant day was
spent here with a nest of genuine-hearted Scotch people. We
joined them in a climb to the Waterfall, which trickles over a
glistening wall of rock lying between the Table and the Devil's
Peak, and returned by way of the Block House, on the corner
of the range — a dismantled fort, erected by the Dutch in former
days as a kind of military signal-station. Near Wynberg is
Constantia, famed for its wines. In these suburban retreats
you find the luxurious architecture one expects in warm climates.
Elegance commences outside of Cape Town.
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We had a fifty hours' sail from Cape Town tb Port Elizabeth.
The passengers were landed in surf-boats. The swell was
great, and the process of landing rather exciting. The leading
oarsman stood up and faced the shore, shouting out his orders
to the men : "Steady! — pull I Let this big roarer get past us I*
and the fellows rested till the roller foamed past Then, with a
spurt, they sent the boat flying into the broken water, and
brought us to the wharf steps.
Port Elizabeth, or Algoa Bay, or '*the Bay,*' as it is familiarly
called, has a very sandy site, on hills that rise almost
immediately from the Bay. There is a narrow strip of flat
ground between them and the shore, and on this the business
part is built. The dwelling-houses are all " on the Hill," the
fashionable quarter, which is much cooler, and away from the
sand and dust
Despite the lack of harbour, and the barrenness of the sur-
rounding country. Port Elizabeth is progressing — so much so,
that it has been called the Liverpool of South Africa. It is a
community of merchants and clerks, busily working between
steamers on the one hand, and bullock-drays on the other.
Going about its streets, you are surprised at the newness and
elegance of the public buildings. There is a fine open square,
one side of which is formed by the Town Hall. We gave five
concerts in this, the finest hall in South Africa, and capable of
seating one thousand people. The buildings, which include an
Athenaeum and a library, cost ;£"30,ooo. In this public square
utility dominates over beauty, as it is used every morning for
the sale of firewood, and all kinds of produce. As each
waggon has a span of fourteen or sixteen oxen, and as there
are between twenty and thirty waggons, you can sometimes
see as many as 400 bullocks standing in the square.
Scotch people abound in Port Elizabeth, and I had quite a
lively time of it on my first run round the town — shaking
hands with this Glasgow merchant ; being introduced to this
Edinburgh bookseller, and that Aberdeen chemist ; and saying
" Hoo's a' wi' ye" to many friendly Scotch "chappies," who
blithely answered " Brawly."
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If Cape Town has its Malays, Port Elizabeth has its Kafirs,
— Kafirs to brush your boots, Kafirs to carry your port-
manteau, Kafirs to load drays, Kafirs to turn the printing-
machine ; and, above all, Kafirs to unload the lighters in the
surf! Dozens of nude Kafirs stride out into the breakers, and
come back staggering in the foam, each with a heavy sack or
box upon his head. Now and then you will see eight or nine
Kafirs, with an immense case or bale upon their shoulders,
wading to shore with uniform rhythm of body. At night, the
surf breaks in lovely phosphorescencj — a line of fairy fire, of
<lelightful shimmering green.
Our route lay now towards Grahamstown, eighty-four miles
•eastward, which, with the exception of a short cart ride, was
accomplished by rail. A friend pointed out to us the various
objects of interest **Lots of elephants there!" — but not a
single elephant broke crashing through the scrub. "That
poort is full of panthers!" — but I believe a babe might have
travelled it safely. "These forests are infested with monkeys!"
— but not a tail was visible. ** Lots of boks over there !*' — but
not a bok. I am afraid that one must swallow the wild beasts
•of South Africa with a grain of salt ! The line crosses the
Zuurveld Ranges, and the views from the summit appeared
absolutely boundless. You had the idea of there being land
to spare for thousands of people, and could imagine the
Crovernment saying temptingly to intending immigrants :
* Come ! and you shall have a whole mountain to yourself, and
all your little ones a hill a-piece !"
Grahamstown is dinned into your ears everywhere as the
"prettiest town in the colony." It is situated amongst softly
swelling hills ; the streets are lined with trees, and have a
mature, long-settled appearance. The people have an air of
leisure and respectability ; trade may be bad, trade may be
food, but they remain calm, content to live by themselves and
for themselves. We thought them very nice people indeed,
and as an audience, found them cultured and sympathetic.
Grahamstown was named after the son of Graham of Fintry,
the friend of Burns. An interesting sight was the Kafir kraal
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just outside the town. It was amusing to see my father going
in and out of the huts, talking to the old crones, telling them
that he had " eleven bairns," to their great amusement One
girl spoke to us in English very nicely. She took us into her
hut where lay her sick husband. They were both Christians,
he being the preacher in the native church close by. All the
furniture in the hut was ranged round the wall, and a fire
blazed in the centre of the floor. Bairns and dogs pidyed
about the huts — the dogs seeming to have a more human look
about them than those pf white folks. The children were
naked, but upon the approach of a stranger, instinctively
sought the nearest rag. Tobacco was not unasked for by the
natives, and the voice of silver spoke as potently in the kraal
as in the counting-house.
At Grahamstown our country travel virtually commenced.
Acting on the advice of an energetic and attentive friend, we
had bought a " Cape cart " down at " the Bay," and brought it
on here by rail. This was a kind of heavy two-wheeled gfig^
with a canvas hood, and it could carry six persons. We
purchased four horses here, with second-hand harness, for £\QO^
— the cart cost £2\, and was a pure bargain, being when new»
worth £70. There remained the question of a driver. Our
energetic friend suggested Jappy, a Malay, as the best man for
our purpose. Our safety and comfort depended on ** Jappy ;**
the Diamond Fields were not practicable without " Jappy ;"
the whole success of our Cape tour spelt " Jappy." The by-
streets of Port Elizabeth echoed to the calls for " Jappy." At
last the paragon was unearthed ; but then it was discovered
there was a Mrs. Jappy, who would not let her husband risk
his life on any such expedition. Then Saul, a " Cape Town
boy," was proclaimed by our friend as the only fit successor to
Jappy. We got a telegram from Port Elizabeth at the last
moment, stating that Saul had missed the train to Grahams-
town. But he came on by the night mail, and had a weary
tramp of twelve miles, carrying his portmanteau, from the
railway station in the early morning. He appeared in town
just as we were ready to start, and took his seat breakfastless
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oh the box. He was about fifty years of age, and had been
lamed in a coach accident We paid him £2 a week, besides
his board and lodging ; but then he had been taught driving as
a profession, and was said to be one of the best ** whips " in
the colony.
We travelled with a minimum of luggage ; indeed, no
professional company had ever been seen with so little. We
had, with great reluctance, left our small travelling piano in
Cape Town ; yet folks said, — " Mr. Kennedy, what a load you
carry!" "What? there's only this trunk and this brown
paper parcel." "Yes, but you're forgetting the two rugs!"
This feeling arises from the people in South Africa travelling
by the little mail-cart, where passenger luggage is only less
limited than if you had to send it by post. Friends recom-
mended us to travel by bullock-dray ; it was slow, but very
comfortable. The overwhelming advice, however, was in
favour of a mule-waggon. Oh, mules were so steady and
reliable — lived on nothing, and could do anything ! " If you
will have horses, hire !" But we advise any party, professional
or otherwise, to buy their own team and cart ; for if you
" make an arrangement " with a man to take you round, you
will not keep your appointments, spend more money, and not
be master of your own movements.
Leaving Grahamstown, we had at first rather tame country,
which, however, is a mine of wealth to the botanist, the Cape
being unsurpassed for variety and beauty of heath and shrub.
We ** outspanned " after going a few miles. This is as im-
perative in Cape travelling as if it were a religious observance.
You must rest your team every twelve miles or so. Outspan-
ning consists in " knee-haltering " the horses, that is, tying up
one of the forelegs to the head with a " rein," or strip of hide.
The horse can feed and roll, but it is prevented straying very
far. It is a most ludicrous sight to see a lot of horses turned
out in this way to grass, their heads all gravely nodding assent
to the appeal of their front leg ! After letting our team graze
on the veldt for an hour, we tried to " inspan," but the halters
had not been tied short enough, and the animals could not be
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caught They dashed into a dense scrub, some six or seven
feet high, and we lost them and ourselves in it for twenty
minutes. With the assistance of two Kafir bullock drivers, we
ultimately got the horses harnessed, and the day's stage was
accomplished without further mishap.
The night was spent at a little inn owned by Mrs. Watson,
an old Welshwoman, 85 years of age. She was the only one
in these parts who did not fly into town during the late native
risings. She used to go out every night with a big cudgel, and
" beat up " the cow-sheds and stables for hidden Kafirs. But
the good old lady bore most grudge at the volunteers who
were quartered here, *' turning her house upside down and
breaking her chairs." Here we met an old Irishman, a
** kurvehr" or carrier, who was very warm on the Kafir question
— a subject that crops up sooner or later in all colonial conver-
sation. He was a twinkling-eyed, grisly-faced old fellow.
" Educate the Kafir as much as you like," said he ; " a Kafir he
is, and a Kafir he'll be to the end." If the " kurvehr " had been
less cheerful and humorous, his remarks would not have
sounded so grim. " I'm an old soldier ! " he cried. " My sons
were both in this war, and I'm proud to see in this South
Africa of ours that the sons can hold the land their fathers
have struggled and died for."
We left the smiling old lady and her cosy inn, early next
morning, accompanied by the old Irishman in his trap, who
vowed to race us into King William's Town. He had two
most disreputable-looking horses, but his whip went like a
lamb's tail all the way. Up and down hill he jolted in his
light canvas-topped cart, that oscillated for all the world
like a concertina, his weather-beaten, rollicking face peeping
round every now and then to see how far we were behind, and
a loud '* Begorrra!" being followed by renewed lashings of his
sweating team. His pair were no match for our four, and we
soon left him in the rear.
And so we were on the Veldt ! Like the Bush of Australia,
it is unique. Nothing describes it so well as that Dutch word
veldt, or field. It is the grassy, untimbered country forming
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so lai^e a portion of these Cape lands. So little of it is under
cultivation that, roughly speaking, it may be said to be un-
titled ; and it is wholly unfenced, which gives it even more
expanse. Little breaks the prospect except an occasional
bullock-waggon with its accompanying pillar of dust, a slow-
flapping crow, a swift-darting wild cat, or the hideous " aas-
vogel " vulture hoyering over a dead ox. You may travel for
miles in many parts and not meet a vehicle or see a house.
Heavy rains had fallen not long before our journey, and had
clothed the landscape in verdure. The broad spreading veldt,
undulating in soft billows, mile upon mile, like a sea of living
green, stretched as it were to a distant coast-line of mountains
on the horizon — the grand range of the Anatolas. We were
told that so much grass might not be seen again for years. It
was not so nice, after viewing this verdant landscape, to go into
town and have to drink condensed milk, or "condemned milk"
as the Kafir waiter " pronounced " it
At mid-day we rested at another small inn. The Kafir
groom was drunk, and the landlady, running angrily into the
stable, seized the fellow by the coat-collar and flung him
sprawling into the yard. He picked himself up, half stunned,
put on his old soldier's coat, and slouched ofl* to his hut
** Thafs the way to treat the divils," exclaimed the Irish
** kurvehr," who this moment came up, jolly as ever. Round
this inn there had been some severe fighting in the late war, in
which the landlady's son had taken part. He told me he
remained in the hotel, with a few faithful blacks during the
war. One day he was attacked by 1200 natives, who poured
over the hill close by, their coloured blankets making them
look " like a swarm of red ants." The little company would
have been killed but for the timely arrival of the Diamond
Fields Horse, who soon routed the enemy. When the war
broke out, the folks of the inn had to pack up the whole of
their household goods, and take refuge in King William's
Town for eight months. "That piano there, that Miss
Kennedy is playing on, has been on a dray six times," said
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one of the daughters, who was a member of the King William's
Town Choral Society.
The road from here runs on high ground. The country was
thickly dotted with native huts, like mole-hills, the Kafirs in
their red blankets stalking picturesquely through their fields of
high Indian corn. When they met us on the road, they never
failed to salute my father with " Good morning, baas " — the
Dutch word for master, corrupted by the Yankees into " boss."
On crossing the bridge into King William's Town, we were
almost run into by a crowd of drunken Kafir horsemen who,
after their Saturday afternoon carouse, were galloping madly
home.
We sang in the Town Hall, which is frescoed with Scottish
scenes, "The Birks o' Abcrfeldy," " Ailsa Craig," and others.
Our tickets were sold at a shop which was a tobacconist's at
one counter and a Bible warehouse at the other. At the hall-
door the receipts comprised large numbers of threepenny
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pieces, with holes bored in them, which I thought at first were
sentimental love-tokens, but found out afterwards were Kafir
ear-rings, which the impecunious natives had to part with after
the Galeka Rising.
We found that the Superintendent of Police here, an Irish-
man, had Burns' works at his finger-ends, had a number of
Bums-relics, had written essays on the poet, and was an enthu-
siastic admirer of Scottish song. There is a large amount of
Scottish feeling in this town, which finds a rallying point in the
^Kaffrarian Caledonian Society." We were told there was once
a capital piper here, a good fellow, who was not always to be
relied upon — in short, he " got fou " occasionally. At the Scot-
tish Festival one year, poor " Sandy " was amissing, and great
. consternation prevailed, as there was no one to " play in " the
haggis! The town was searched, and the invaluable piper
at length discovered in the " tronk," or jail. He was in on an-
other " barley-bree " charge. So at the banquet the hat went
swiftly round, the fine was paid, and Sandy was promptly re-
leased and brought to the festive table, where he never played
better in his life 1
We met here a venerable old man, late colour-sergeant of a
Highland regiment His stern brow, firm-set mouth, and
storm-beaten, war-worn features, told a tale of strife and hard-
ship. It was most striking to see the veteran soldier when he
glowed with reminiscences of " auld Scotland," or the " auld
Scots sangs." His face beamed with pleasant memories, his
mouth relaxed into a smile, and in his sparkling eye you might
have seen a glistening tear. You could not imagine it was the
same old man who had a few minutes before told you some
ghastly tale of Kafir war. He had been in all the native ris-
ings, and " pooh-poohed " the last war as " naething," compared
to those of the early days.
" Ay, they were the fechts lang syne," he said to us one day,
and then told the following incident : — " Ye see, we was camp-
in' oot, an' there had been nae Kafirs seen for days ; so anither
man and me gaed oot to cut grass for forage, an' I, being the
sergeant, rode the captain's horse. Aboot twa or three miles
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frae the camp, I tied the horse to a tree, an' my ncebour began
to cut the grass. I was tyin* up the bundles, when I heard a
voice, speakin' in Engh'sh, shout, * Stand ! ' I looks up through
the long grass, an there's a Kafir wi' a gun pointed at me, an' I
could see there was anither man wi' a gun ahint him. I cried
to my companion, * Come here ! ' He had a heuk [sickle]. We
had nae fire-arms ; I hadna even a pen-knife. When I was
comin* awa frae the camp, I was puttin' my skene dhu on ; but
a sodger lauched, an' said there was naebody within miles, so
I left it. Weel, the Kafir cam' on, so I dodged and joukit him,
to spile his aim. He fired, an' missed me. I made a dash
syne, an' catched his gun, an' we wrestled a while. He was
the biggest, but I could whirl him aboot like a dog. I was
terrified I wad expose mysel' to the shot o' the man behint
him. I wrestled, kecpin' the Kafir's body between me an' the
ither man. I cried to my comrade : * Bring your heuk ! * but
he stood paralyzed. Then I gied a twist, an' tore the gun cot
o' the Kafir's hand, an' hit him a clash on the jaws with the
butt-end, knockit him doon, an' was tryin' to finish him off
when he rowed awa' like an oiled ba' through the grass, an' I
lost him. The ither Kafir made for the horse tied to the tree.
* Bring the heuk !' I cried. 'He'll shoot me,' said my comrade.
* Shoot !' said I, *he wad miss a hay-stack.' The Kafir edged
towards the horse, keepin' the muzzle of the gun pointin' to
me. * My man,' says I, * ye'll get me afore you get the horse.*
So I rushed up to the beast, an' stood in front of it, he aimin'
at me. * Bring the heuk !* I cried again ; but my neebor stood
still. Then the Kafir pointed his piece at me, an* I zig-zagged
myscl' before the horse, ye ken ; an* watchin' my chance,
dashed at him, an' catched the loaded gun. * Bring the heuk!'
but no, my frien' wadna move. An* we wrestled, an' wrestled,
till unluckily the muzzel of the gun cam* near my side. The
dccvil of a Kafir had the sense to pu' the trigger, an' the shot
gacd through my loins ; but I hung on to him, an* tore the gun
frae him. * Bring the heuk !' but the Kafir flew awa' like the
wind. I fand the blude rinnin' into my shoon. I tore up my
sark, an' tied it round my body, an' took some grass, an'
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chowed it) an' put it into the twa holes. Then I took the horse
firae the tree, leapt on its back, an' cried to my neebor, * Jump
on !' * No,' says he, * I'll follow.' For I began to think the twa
Kafirs werena their lane, an' I thocht the whole body wad be
doon. * Hing on to the horse's tail, then,' says I ; an' off we
started like a shot He let go — * I'll follow ye,' an my beast
galloped like mad into the camp. I was put into bed, an' men
sent back for my comrade. They got him lyin' in the grass^
wi' three assegais in him — ane in his briest, an' ane in each
side — deadr
We left King William's Town in the very early morning,
and had gone about a mile when we heard the far-off strains of
the bagpipe. We drove along the lonely road, and coming up,
found the dear old Highland sergeant parading amongst the
mimosa bushes, and playing a farewell pibroch in honour of
the Kennedys. The tune was certainly not "Up in the
Momin's no for Me I" He was dressed in Highland costume,
and had his face tied up in a handkerchief, as the air was
biting cold. The passing Kafir might well stop, astonished at
the sight and sound. We drew up, and the good old soul
shook hands with Us warmly, bringing out a mysterious flask
for a " deoch an' dorras," giving each of us a Scotch " farl," and
presenting my sisters with his photograph. We thanked
him heartily for his unique and delightful serenade ; he wished
OS *' God speed ;" and we drove off again as he resumed the
pibroch, our hearts warmed beyond measure by his kindly act*
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CHAPTER XIX.
Xiovedale Kafir Institution — Crossing the Kat Berg — Barghersdorp— The Oiiii0e
River — A Boer Family — Bloemfontein — ^A Dopper NachtmaaL
We journeyed from King William's Town thirty-two miles to
Alice. Being the Queen's Birthday, the little village was alive
with merry-making. The public common was crowded with
Kafirs and Whites, all in holiday attire — the black fellows
dressed smartly, the black girls gay in their Sunday ribbons —
every one happy and enjoying the sports. The day closed
with a superb sunset — the sky suifused with the most gentle
gradations of tender hues, and in the midst of the fading glory
a golden crescent moon with one close attendant star.
We sang here in the largest building we could get — a
miscellaneous store. The counter made a tolerably good
platform, though it was amusing to see ** Terms Cash " in a
bold semi-circle above our heads. The seats were planks
resting on paraffin-cases. As a rule, we did not feel the want
of our travelling-piano in these small towns, an instrument
being generally lent us by the magistrate or hotel-keeper. At
Alice wc kindly got the use of one from the English clergy-
man. I had some difficulty in mustering " boys " to carry the
piano to the store. Scouring the village, I reached a
disreputable canteen, where I picked out five of the soberest
Kafirs — wild-looking, noisy fellows, in old tattered coats, and
one of them in a tiger's skin. How reluctant I felt at invading
a quiet vicarage with such a band of jabbering savages !
We took advantage of being at Alice, to visit the famed
Kafir institution of Lovedale, which originated in 1823 as a
small mission-station and was named after Dr. Love, one of
the early founders of the London and Glasgow Missionary
Societies. Dr. Stewart has been Principal since 1870. The
institution lies about a mile from the village of Alice, and is
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<:harmingly situated. Going along a shady avenue and through
<a considerable orchard, you come in view of the buildings.
They comprise class-rooms, lecture-room, dormitories, dining-
liall, and workshops — all plain, but neat They well typify the
-c:ommon-sense regime that obtains within their walls. The
teachers of the institution are principally from Aberdeen.
There were last year 309 pupils — 153 were boarders, of whom
-eighteen were European boys. Handicrafts and education
liere go hand in hand, and close at hand. One's mind gets
-lull of deal-planks and spelling-books, anvils and desks, pens
rsmd tenpenny nails. The clang of the blacksmith answers the
problem in geometry ; the carpenter's sawing blends with the
Geological course.
Two unassuming Kafir students were introduced to us — one
the minister of the Kafir church — both well versed in Greek
.and Hebrew, and studying Church History. We were taken
through the various class-rooms, where are taught mathematics,
logic, English composition, and arithmetic. To the latter class
my father humourously propounded the well-worn problem :
^* A herrin' an' a half for three bawbees, how mony for eleven-
pence?" The Kafir boys laughed, and promptly gave the
answer. It was certainly simpler than the curriculum-question
put to them : " What vulgar fraction is equivalent to the sum
of 14*4 and 1*44 divided by their diflTerence?" We passed
through room after room, seeing the black boys and girls busy
at reading, writing, and spelling ; also the girls' industrial
^department, where as many as two hundred articles of clothing
are made in a year. Then there were Kafir carpenters,
waggon-makers, blacksmiths, and lastly, Kafir printers ; for
Lovedale has three newspapers : the Lovedale News^ Christian
Express^ and a paper in the Kafir language, to all which the
pupils contribute.
We were invited to dinner at the institution. The dining-
room is a large hall, at one end of which is 'a slightly raised
table allotted to the teachers, visitors, and most of the white
-boarders. The larger part of the room is occupied by three
rows of tables, at which the natives sit, and one or two
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European boys. These tables are not all uniform in character.
There is a " ;£^20 table " of white boarders, who get ** all the
vegetables," and the same stewed " mealies " as the black boys»
but with the addition of gravy from the £/^o table, which is tiie
raised and select table already mentioned. At the £\o table
some half-dozen Kafirs sit, upon whom a harsh yoke is
imposed, — they are compelled to wear a collar. The majority
of the black boys occupy the £6 tables. These are not
compelled to wear a collar, and they do not The pupils come
to the institution in whatever European clothes they can
command — some of it rather faded and frayed, perhaps, but
the general effect is better than if the boys were clad in any
distinctive uniform. The Kafir pupils dine off stewed mealies
alone, as healthy a dish as Scotch porridge.
The only Kafir at the teacher's table was John Knox Bokwe^
one of the most cultured natives we have met He is Dr.
Stewart's right-hand man, and said to be one of the best book-
keepers in South Africa. He has been offered a large salary
by leading merchants, but prefers to remain in Lovedale, with
which he has had a life-long connection. He has a tenor
voice, and leads the Kafir choir of the Kafir church. Among
his other accomplishments is that of musical composition ; and
he presented us with an original manuscript duet, the penman-
ship of which was irreproachable. He writes and harmonises
melodies for the Kafir psalms, that language requiring a special
adaptation of tune. On Sunday we attended the little native
church of Lovedale, and heard a sermon in English by one of
the teachers, which was translated into Kafir with much feeling
by John Knox. We were much struck with the singing. One
of the pieces was a strange composition — the first Kafir hymn
ever written — words and music being the composition of a
convert in the earliest days of South African missionary effort
It has a simple pathos of its own, and we were told that no
Kafir congregation can sing this hymn without shedding tears.
The voices of these Lovedale Kafirs were very full and
melodious. And such bass ! It moved along like the tones of
a violoncello, going to depths seldom heard in European choirs.
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These Kafirs were actually singing down to C below the stave
(bass clef). The language I may remark, is largely printed
phonetically. The only difficulty lies in the "clicks," which
are represented by " c," " q," and " x ; " " c " being made by
pressing the tongue against the teeth, as when one is slightly
annoyed, while " q '* is a " cluck," and " x " like the " chick "
made to start a horse. It was peculiar to hear the three
hundred of a congregation " clicking " together. The whole
service was most interesting. Next day we had the further
satisfaction of hearing the Lovedale pupils, under the baton of
John Knox Bokwe, sing secular music in the lecture room.
We enjoyed above all the characteristic "Kafir Wedding
Song." In return we sang them some glees, and my father's
rendering of "Allister Macallister" tickled the Kafirs im-
mensely. The institution is a success, and not the least
compliment that can be paid to it is, that the colonists, who
are in the habit of deriding missionary eflTorts, view it with
respect Such organisations as this, with its happy combina-
tion of study and manual labour, must sooner or later effect
good amongst the Kafir tribes.
There was an interesting assembly one night in the little
hotel parlour at Alice. A number of farmers and towns-folk
were fraternising, and song and laugh were going round. A
jolly old Dutchman, with rogueish eyes and a long clay pipe,
sat at the head of the table, and trolled out " Willie brew'd a
peck o' maut," with all the rollick of a Mynheer van Dunck.
Then a discussion broke out as to the distance from Alice to
Fort Beaufort, our next stage. The want of mile-stones is
aggravated by the fact that the folks measure the distance by
hours. For instance, they speak of such and such a place
being three hours oflF, when they mean eighteen miles. The
colonial pace is six miles an hour; if, with British energy,
you go more than that, you get out of your reckoning at once.
High waxed that discussion at the Alice hotel. " It's two
hours to Fort Beaufort," said one man. "No!" burst in
another, a tall fine fellow, and well-known hero of Kafir wars ;
" no ! it's two hours and three quarters by cart, for it took me
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an hour and a-halPs hard riding when I used to go and see my
sweetheart ; and no man will gallop quicker than a fellow ia
love !" So we took the amorous swain's reckoning, and found
it right
At Fort Beaufort, a clean, well-situated town, we gave one
concert ; and next morning, following our usual habit of early
starts, left at half-past six, without breakfast We travelled
fourteen miles, in the cold eager air, to a wayside inn. Dense
mist lay massed in the hollows ; but the rising sun dispelled it,
and the heights flushed deep crimson, while the twigs of the
mimosa thorns sparkled with a thousand rainbow-coloured
gems of dew. We started another fourteen-mile stage, whiling
away the time by practising glees. The passing Kafir driver
stayed his massive bullock-whip, and the Kafir g^rl paused
astonished, with her pitcher on her head, to hear the unusual
strains of SpoflForth and of Danby !
This was a hard day's stage, as it included the crossing of
the great Katberg, a formidable ascent, eight miles long. My
father, sisters, and I walked the whole of this hill. If we had
not done so, I believe the team would never have reached the
top. Now we were full in the blaze of the hot noon sun.
Turning a corner, we would be in the depths of a dark dell,
with cold damp air, and mountain streams trickling down the
rugged face of the naked rocks — the slopes below us and the
ridges above us clad in rich vegetation, and out of the trees the
shepherd-bird, the sun-bird, and the Cape canary, answering
each other from height to height Then round the road would
swing again into glorious brightness and openness, and far
below us lying a silent sunny world of hill and vale. The
highest part of the road is a bleak, desolate spot, blown bare
by the wind, and called the Devil's Bellows. Here we stood
6000 feet above the sea level, having taken a big step up
towards that great central plateau, which is the chief physical
feature of the country. South Africa has been compared to an
inverted saucer, as the land rises whenever you strike in from
the seaboard.
By nightfall we beheld the cheerful lights of an inn. The
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house was kept by a full-blown Cockney, who dabbled in
music, and played the first violin parts of several of Rossini's
overtures — a treat to hear in the wilderness ! He hated the
Kafirs because they stole cattle. " Your cattle ?" " No-0-0,.
not hexactly, but they do steal cattle." And he had a profound
contempt for the Boers. " The Dutch," said he, " are such a
higgemant lot ! I've tried *em with my hovertures, but it was
no good. What do they know about Roseheeny, or H'auber,
or any of them fellows? When two or three Dutch gets
together, they don't say nothingk for a long while, but drinks
tiieir gin an' water ; an' when they do hopen their mouths, it's
about hoxen ! " And, oh I how he swelled indignant over the
y9rzy the missionaries are contaminating the natives ! "They're
playing the very devil with them. I had a raw Kafir, as civil
a fellow as you could meet Well, he got into the 'ands of a
missionary, and now, when that Kafir meets me, he hactually
doesn't take off his 'at to me !" And he kicked the roaring
wood-fire to give vent to his wounded dignity.
The fire was a necessity. It was very cold here, the inn
standing so high and on so bleak country. A week or two
before, the road had been almost impassable with deep snow,.
and the mail-cart had stuck on the Katberg, while a man had
been frozen to death on the hill at the back of the hotel. This
was the beginning of June — the winter season — which, in the
less elevated parts of Cape Colony, is like an English spring,
innocent of snow, and with only a slight touch of frost in the
very early morning. When we started next morning, at half-
past six, there was frost on the ground. People at home
would hardly credit that "Afric's sunny fountains" now and
then are frozen up. The wheels of our cart crashed through
many a thin sheet of ice before we reached our first outspan.
By that time the frost had vanished, and the sun's power made
one take off greatcoat, muffler, and gloves. Our drivcr^s hands
were dead with cold more than once, and my father held the
reins while poor Saul blew on his fingers to warm them. One
of our team had been ill ever since leaving Fort Beaufort,
Horse-sickness being very prevalent in the Cape winter.
264 Si7iging Roimd the World.
Latterly the cart was being drawn by three horses, the invalid
refusing to haul an ounce. How glad we were to sight
Queenstown! The previous day we had travelled forty-two
miles, this day forty-three — eighty-five in all — and sang that
night as fresh as the proverbial lark we had risen with in the
mornings.
Queenstown is a lively centre, and does a great deal of busi-
ness in the way of sending goods up country. Half-an-hour
after our arrival we were surrounded by a group of seven or
eight worthy Scots, who had noticed the " strange cart " com-
ing into the town, and knew it was **the Kennedys." We gave
three concerts here, and the warm reception we met with more
than rewarded us for the toil of the journey. We found in
South Africa, as in the other colonies, that English and other
nationalities highly appreciated Scottish song. We met with
several instances of how enthusiastic Scottish feeling exists in
the midst of colonial life, which, with its prosaic features and
struggle after material wealth, is not always the best conserver
of national sentiment This feeling is apt to become eccentric,
as was the case with the Scotsman of King William's Town,
who had a portrait of Mary Queen of Scots hung in his bed-
room, and who, every morning on rising, stretched his hands
towards it, crying, " Oh, my poor murdered queen ! '* Once we
overheard an enthusiast saying : " * My Ain Fireside,' * Ye
Banks an' Braes,* * The Land o' the Leal,' — eh ! a body could
be fit to gang to heaven hearing thae sangs sung." And was
ever love of country more strongly expressed than in the case
of the Fort Beaufort Scotsman, who exclaimed : " Gude save
us, I'd raither gang hame an' be hanged than dee here a na-
tural death ! "
Our sick horse, which originally cost £2^, was left with a
friend here — a few weeks after it fetched £\^ — and we bought
another animal for £\o. It was a Boer's horse — a rough-
coated brute, out of condition through long grazing on the
veldt But "the Government" was buying up all the good
horses for the Natal War, and private purchasers had to go to
the wall. Our journey still lay northward ; wc had been travel-
Mcltcno, 26
f
linc^ towards the interior ever since leaving King William's
Town. The first day from Queenstown, vvc stopped at the
hamlet of Molteno, — two dozen houses at most, with an upper
and a lower ten very pronounced, and half-a-dozen rival creeds
finding room to flourish. The innkeeper was a Scotsman, who
had been so long in the colony that his nationality was nearly
washed out of him. He was in sore trouble of mind. " This
isn't life," he said ; " it's naething but a weary drag." He was
distressed also by the fact that he had to treat the Kafirs one
way, while his conscience prompted another. "The beggars
steal my sheep, and I've got to be firm with them. I want to
be kind to the fellows ; I know it's our duty to do so, to teach
them what's right, and "
" He's off with the brandy-bottle ! " cried the wife, bursting
into the parlour ; and then there was a noisy hunt in the dark
night after a dim figure, round out-houses and sheep-kraals,
till the Kafir was caught, and the " three-star" recovered. The
fellow was released : "I'm not going all those miles to Aliwal
North to prosecute him," said the innkeeper. His wife had her
troubles also. She told us that the Africanders (the colonial-
bom) were so lazy, that the young ladies never would soil their
hands with household work ; but she was going to have her
own way, so she had set her children to work about the house.
One afternoon, she said, the girls at the Sunday School were
put through their facing. "Your hands all clean?" asked the
lady-superintendent. " Anna Maria! " (the landlady's daughter)
"your parents are in a good position, and yet your mother
makes you work like a Kafir ; your hands are large, coarse, and
not fit to be seen 1" In the morning, at the hotel door, we met
an itinerant Dutch minister, who went about the country
places, Sundays and week-days, stirring up the people. Shak-
ing hands with us, he said : " How glad I am to hear your
mother-tongue again ! I thank God for the five years I spent
in Marischal College, Aberdeen."
Old Saul had not fared very well here. When we arrived,
he was suffering from excruciating toothache, caused by sleep-
ing in the cart the night before. He got sixpence to buy
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266 Singing Round the World,
himself some brandy, but was .sent out of the bar, and told to
go " to the bac^." The upshot was, my father had to go and
buy the brandy for him, — the landlord explaining that he had
his licence on the condition that he allowed no KaBr in the
bar. SauFs " bedroom,*' too, in an outhouse, was not much
better than a pig-stye; but on our protesting against such
treatment, he was allowed, as a great favour, to sleep on the
kitchen floor.
Breakfast at the country inns invariably consisted of chops
or steak, we latterly sighed for the ubiquitous ham-and-e^s of
Australian and New Zealand inns ! Then there would be sour
home-made loaves, and weak tea sweetened with coarse sugar.
We always carried with us a tin box of " Huntly & Palmer"
those missionaries of food in a benighted land of bad bread.
In this country there is no direct charge made for stabling.
You pay for " forage," which consists of small oat-sheaves sold
at a shilling or eighteenpence each. Our four horses used to
cost us from thirty to thirty-five shillings a-day.
A tempest was blowing when we left Molteno. There were
some miles of absolute desert to cross — an open plain of sand,
through which the horses struggled painfully. Wc got out,
and staggered along, holding each other's hands to steady our-
selves. We could not sec more than a yard in front of us, as
the sand rose in blinding whirls. The road by-and-by had the
shelter of some hills, covered with flocks of sheep : numbers of
white merino sheep, and the strange Cape sheep, that have a
thick broad flap in place of a tail. Goats too, were browsing
on the many rocky " krantzcs *' or cliffs. Later in the day, we
saw the distant Stormberg Mountains, that shone in the setting
sun as if they were in a red-hot glow, gradually cooling in the
dusk, and becoming a cold black mass.
We found it thirty-six miles from Molteno to Burghersdorp,
a pretty little town, its quiet streets lined with shade-trees,
filled with twittering birds, while goats roamed peacefully
about its quiet squares. Alighting at the hotel, we found the
public were not expecting us, punctuality not being a charac-
teristic of professional parties in this colony. We had this
A Queer Editor, 267
experience more than once. The dialogue generally ran as
follows : — " What ! you have arrived ? " " Of course ; don't
the bills give the date? " " Oh, but we didn't think you'd be
coming till to-morrow." " Well," we would say, " here we are,
determined not to disappoint the public." "You're not going
to sing to-night, are you ? It's four in the afternoon : you'll
never have the hall ready." But we would set to work, and
borrow chairs from half-a-dozen stores, forms from the churches,
seats from Masonic and Good Templar lodges, and lamps from
the hotel, making a platform of two or three tables. The
general opinion was that we were "rushing" the country, and
certainly no professional party ever went over the ground
faster. But while we did not linger, we did full justice
to every town. To make South Africa " pay," you must keep
your dates close together, and keep them religiously, as can
only be done by arranging a route, after careful study of the
map. This is a very awkward country to travel through pro-
fessionally, the distances between important towns are so
great, and population so sparse.
I cannot leave Burghersdorp without saying that it possesses
the most wonderful person we ever met — an editor who would
not take payment for the advertisement in his paper, saying he
would not do so, as he had been so delighted at having us visit
the town !
On the way to Aliwal North, as we sat at a small hotel eating
our tinned red herring, there rode up the very grocer who had
sold us that provision before we left Burghersdorp the same
morning. But now he had doffed his apron, and was attired
in burgher uniform, off to join the forces besieging Morosi's
mountain in Basuto Land Aliwal North stands on the Orange
River, which here separates the Cape Colony from the Free
State. The hotel was full of burghers, on their way to and
from the war in neighbouring Basuto Land. In the gaol we
saw huddled together some seventy or eighty wretched
prisoners from Morosi's Mountain — a motley crew, ranging
from the ugly, dwarfish Hottentot, to the tall Basuto. My
father was passing this " tronk " one night when he was
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suddenly challenged by a man with a loaded gun. " What do
you want? — Fve orders to shoot any prisoner found here."
Another warder called out that that was not a Kafir rebel, but
Mr. Kennedy, the Scottish Vocalist, who was on his way to
the hall. So my father was carefully escorted beyond the
boundary he had unknowingly transgressed in the darkness.
We sang two nights in Aliwal, and found the people not afraid
of getting wet, though the rain fell in torrents.
On the morning of departure on our long trip of one
hundred and fort>' miles to Bloemfontein, word came to the
Aliwal Hotel that the Orange River was rising. Saul steered
the cart and horses into the stream, while I hung to the back
seat, with my feet on the cushion, to avoid the inflow of water.
After we had gone four or five yards, the leaders reared and
plunged, and panic seized the wheelers. We had nothing for
it but to come back, and get a man on horseback to guide our
leaders across. On we went from one depth to another, the
water sweeping into the cart at every lurch on the uneven
channel ; but we got over the broad river safely. My father
and sisters were ferried across in a most romantic manner by
two Kafirs. The obliging fellows unceremoniously took off
their " breeks,'* and each, clad only in his shirt, waded the boat
along, one at the bow and the other at the stem. The fellows
asked for this the sum of eighteenpence, saying apologetically
that they charged extra as** the water was cold!*'
A rainy, muddy stage brought us to Smithfield, a quiet
little place, where we had, however, a splendid audience. The
majority of the " second seats " were Dutchmen. Scarcely any
of them knew English, and I posted a man at the door as
interpreter. Some of the Boers entered into lengthy parley as
to the price of admission — " priggin' doon," in fact. One or
two of them hung about the door for twenty minutes, going
away strategically, and returning again and again to the
assault The Dutchmen appreciated the concert thoroughly,
laughing as loudly as anyone at the humorous Scotch
anecdotes, and joining at the end in " Auld Lang Syne." We
sang in the Masonic Hall, and at the close the Worthy Grand
^^ MtiSfit hurry Mishter Schmittl^* 269
Afaster said he was authorised not to take a penny of rent
•■ We have so heartily enjoyed your entertainment," he
explained ; and the hall-cleaner, not to be outdone in
generosity, gave his services free, and said he would himself
pay the paraffin oil ! Their spontaneous kindness was valued
by us far above the mere money interest involved, and cheered
<^ur hearts in this our musical pilgrimage.
The landlord of the Smithfield hotel was a German and a
•* character." In the afternoon, at the back of the hotel, he was
standing speaking to my father, when a number of cattle
:Cbllowed by Kafirs and a Dutchman, rapidly entered the yard.
He "clicked," to the Kafir, ** sprached " to the Dutchman, and
"bied in broken English to explain to my father who they were.
-An ox at that moment rushed past him, its horn grazing his
^fcack, and he skipped into safety, shouting : " Cottferdam ! to
^et on in dis country you'd have to know a towsand ling-
'^idges !" He was the incarnation of slowness, as I found on
"trying to pay the bill.
" Mr. Schmitt, we will settle up now, if you please."
" Ah ! you musn't hurry Mishter Schmitt — I am a man as
takes my time, an' I must dink over the matter, an' Tm not
ein poor man as wants de money bad — I'm a reetch man, an*
so is mein brother, an' so is mein — "
"All aboard !" cried my father outside.
" The bill, Mr. Schmitt, the bill ! — don't you hear we're
starting?"
'* Well — well — welly* said he, with increasing deliberation —
" here is de pen — an' dere's de ink — an' dere's de paper — an'
dere is de items — an' if you are in ein big hurry you can go
without paying, but YOU MUSN't HURRY MiSHTER Schmitt!"
And so on, with endless talk about himself. The account
consisted of only four lines of writing, but what with digres-
sions and interruptions, its preparation took a quarter of an
hour by the clock. We had been told by a colonist that we
should "take things easily — this is an ox country, Mr.
Kennedy ; take pattern by Job " — and certainly we found more
things slow than " Mishter Schmitt"
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We stayed with a Dutch family the night after leaving
Smithfield. The portly old '*Baas," in a white hat, received us
cheerily, but in silence, as he did not know English. Follow-
ing the Boer custom, we shook hands with the whole family —
with the old Frau, the daughters, and the sons, down to the
youngest. As all the Dutch have large families, and as you
have to shake hands with the whole household when you retire
to rest, and when you meet them in the morning, the thing
becomes rather monotonous. These people were of the better
class. The Dutchman had a good house, with an orchard in
front of it, and owned a large farm, with thousands of acres of
pastoral country. In the still twilight, we heard the far off
bleating of hundreds of ewes and lambs, as they were being
gathered in from the surrounding slopes into the large kraal,
or pen, where they were sheltered for the night. It was quite
in keeping with the tranquil scene, when we all went in-doors,
and sang the beautiful hymn, " Abide with me ! fast falls the
eventide," accompanied by the harmonium, which is to be
found in most Dutch houses. We joined the family at their
bounteous and savoury supper, and afterwards retired to the
parlour, where my father and the Baas, who was an exception-
ally jolly Dutchman, tried to converse. An Englishman living
in the house knew Dutch ; and it was laughable in the extreme
to see my father sitting at one end of a little sofa, and the
Dutchman at the other, with the interpreter in the middle,
passing back and forward their series of side-splitting jokes.
How my father enjoyed it, and how the Baas laughed, his
goodly paunch shaking, and his face turning apoplectic-purple
with the fun ! Betimes we went to bed — my sisters getting a
comfortable room, and my father and I having to make a shift
with a small apartment, where we slept on jackal skins, with
tiger skins above us.
Next morning we resumed our journey over the broad-
sweeping plains — the ground white with hoar-frost, and the air
bitter cold. Herds of spring-bok were bounding in hundreds
a few yards ahead of the cart. They are about the size of
sheep. Their bound is wonderful ; they spurn the earth, and
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leap to a height of six or seven feet With every jump, the
long white hairs over the tail flap up like a fan, and the
prettily-funny appearance of this is intensified when large
numbers of spring-bok run together. They have been called
** the kangaroos of South Africa," from their peculiar bound.
It is almost perpendicular when the animal is in play ; but
when a dog — and it must be a very fleet dog — hunts them, the
spring-bok ceases the vertical leap, and settles down to swift
running. These were the first wild animals we had seen in
the country, with the exception of the meer-cats, those dainty
little creatures that sat on the ant-heaps, with elevated front
paws, and looked curiously at us as we passed.
On the road, we were accompanied by a newly-married
couple, who were driving in a light cart drawn by four good
horses also in new harness ! They were on their way to their
home on the Diamond Fields, and were travelling by very easy
stages. Another of our team — the Queenstown £\o horse —
now became ill : so ill, that Saul declared he had, in his long
experience, never seen a horse worse. It was getting late in
the afternoon, so the cart drove on with the three horses, while
I followed on foot, dragging sick " Adam " some weary miles
to our destination.
This was a private house belonging to a decent farmer and
lay preacher of the Wesleyan Church, who received us kindly.
The house, and all the adjoining outhouses, had been built by
himself of dried mud. The floors were composed of the earth
of ant-heaps, and were washed with milk once a week, milk
being very abundant with them.
After tea we sang some pieces to the folks, and played the
harmonium, an instrument of which the " gudeman " was very
proud. In the morning, when we asked the bill, we were
astonished to hear that our host would not accept any pay-
ment. "You have cheered our loneliness," said he ; "and then
didn't you sing us a song or two last night?" We laughed,
and said we had never dreamt of those " notes " being taken
as payment ; but he resolutely refused to accept anything. So
we thanked him warmly for his hospitality, and tendered him
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what he could not refuse — ^a " contribution to his kirk." In his
care we left the sick horse. Eight or nine weeks afterwards,
as we were leaving the colony, we heard that the animal
would not be recovered till the summer had set in, and that by
that time he would have eaten his value in forage.
We duly reached Bloemfontein, the chief town of the Orange
Free State, and virtually an English capital in a Dutch
Republic. It is a fine open town, plentifully adorned with
trees. English is spoken about the streets, and though Dutch
is the official language, English is the commercial. The news-
papers are printed in English and Dutch on the same page.
The finest building in the town is the large hall where the
Volksraad, or People's Parliament, meet We went into it
one day, but the deliberation was on no graver matter than
the transfer of a "landdrost," or magistrate. The speeches
were in Dutch, of course, but during our short visit there had
been more than one nationality speaking it ; one member was
a Scotsman.
In Bloemfontein we bought another horse, which was given
out to be very fiery. The owner ostentatiously held it while
it was being harnessed, and the street was cleared while the
steed was being tried. "Oh, his pace is Ai, Mr. Kennedy —
he'll pull the machine himself ! " But the glory of " Bloem,**
as he was called, soon faded with hard work. Bloem's first
journey was a severe test of his powers, being from Bloemfon-
tein to Kimberley in two days, a distance of eighty-five miles.
The first day brought us to where we had been told of ac-
commodation. Lo ! when wc got there, we saw an encampment
of Doppers, who were attending the Nachtmaal. The Doppers
are a strange sect of severe religionists, seceders from the
Dutch Reformed Church. They are Old Testament Christians,
and not only discountenanced the preaching of the Gospel to
the blacks, but believed they were doing God service in rooting
out the Kafir Canaanites from the land. The Dopper wears a
Quakerish hat and a short jacket, with corduroy trousers
tucked into his boots, and widening upwards towards his
haunches — his hands being generally stuck into his breeches'-
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pockets, as if to increase still further his ample rotundity. The
Dutch hold their Nachtmaal, or Communion, every three
months. The farmers drive in long distances with their families,,
"trekking" for days with their slow bullock-waggons — re-
minding one of the Jews going up to Jerusalem at feast-time.
The Nachtmaal is a kind of " Holy Fair." They attend church,
partake of the Sacrament, get married, are examined as to
their religious knowledge, and buy and sell in the stores.
The Nachtmaal we saw was held at a lonely spot contain-
ing merely a miscellaneous store and a large barn. In front of
these was an encampment, composed of waggons and tents
placed alternately, and before each tent a fire was blazing. The
proprietor of the store said all his rooms were occupied by the
minister and the deacons. But there was a tent in the garden,
fiimished with beds, chairs, table, and candles, with springbok
skins on the ground. Here we had tea, and spent the night
nnder canvas pretty comfortably. Before ** turning in," we
went to see the barn, which was converted into a church, with
improvised pulpit, round which were spread skins and sacks.
Fifty persons were seated there, each on his or her " Jenny
Geddes stool," and with countenances so grave that the
ordinary Scottish Sunday face seemed vivacious in compari-
son. Three couples, brides and bridegrooms, sat in front
of the minister — the brides attired in lavender silks and
orange blossoms. The preacher was impressive ; the psalm-
singing slow and monotonous. When the service concluded,
the congregation moved out, all carrying their Jenny Geddes
stools. Over the fires, which were tended by ugly diminutive
Bushmen, there now swung large kettles, and a smell of
cookery filled the air. It may be that courtship was not
forgotten in the general bustle. The store was transformed
into a bar, and all seemed to mix their talk with gin and water.
At five next morning we commenced to inspan. The tent-
fires were in full blaze, and the people seemed to have been up
for some time. This second day we travelled fifty miles to the
Diamond Fields, and about six that evening entered far-famed
Kimberley.
2/4 Singing Round tJie World,
CHAPTER XX.
Kimberley — The Great Mine — Return Journey through the Free State — Fanre-
smith — Perils of the Road — Cradock — Graaf Reinet.
Kimberley, at this time scarcely in -the ninth year of its
existence, had become one of the most important towns in
South Africa. It stands on a desolate site — nothing but flat
dreary " karroo," or miserable grassed desert, all round. Sir
Bartle Frere said that the people of Kimberley were " living in
a state of perpetual encampment," and "The Camp" it is
familiarly called. The town is built entirely of corrugated
iron. From the top of any of the neighbouring hills of debris,
you see a great stretch of ugly sheet-iron roofs, extending in
uniform leaden dulness — these house-tops presenting the
same depressing appearance as a crowd of umbrellas on a wet
day.
The houses are all of one storey ; a tailor, for instance
doing a flourishing business in a hut of half-a-dozen feet
frontage; a diamond-merchant in an office like a little iron
box ; a doctor seeing patients in a consulting-room six feet by
three. Some of the slimmer-built houses are now and again
moved from one place to another, and it is a funny sight to see
a canvas or frame cottage going down the street, with eighteen
or twenty Kafirs inside, carrying it, their feet popping out from
below like the limbs of a large tortoise. There are some fine
stores in the town, and as they are one-storied, they cover a
goodly piece of ground. The Kimberley Market Square is a
wide open space, and more interesting than any market square
I ever saw. Here you feel yourself linked with the far interior ;
there is an air of traders, and hides, and ivory, and beads about
the locality. One store I saw had its floor occupied by scores
of huge elephant tusks, and " karosses," or rugs made of skins^
We lived at the Queen's Hotel, which outwardly bore some
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resemblance to a booth at a country fair, but within was more
promising. The guests were mostly males. The Fields are to
a large extent the home of single men, and though living in
lodgings they dine at the hotels. The bar was crowded with
business men discussing the prospects of their claims, and
showing each other their "washings." We soon noticed the
careless manner in which diamonds are handled in Kimberley.
A friend, in the midst of a conversation, casually brought out
his "last washing*' — a -Bryant and May's vesta-box running
over with diamonds, which he carried in the outside pocket of
his overcoat.
We made it our first business to go and see the world-
famous mine, only a few minutes' walk from the hotel ; for
the town is built close to the edge of the workings. You come
to the end of a street, and see a slight rise — all that remains
of the old Coles-berg " koppie." A few steps further, and you
stand on the clear-cut brink of the biggest hole that man has
ever dug. A vast crater suddenly yawns at your feet It is
shaped like a bowl, has sloping sides of light-coloured rock,
stretching down to the blue diamondiferous soil at the bottom.
Such is the expanse of the mine, that in the first hasty glance
you may actually fail to note for a few moments that it is
alive with human beings ; but there are more men down there
than would people half a dozen villages. You see thousands
of blacks working in the claims at the bottom, and dotted like
ants on the sides. You see every nook and comer, every man
in the mine, every one of the many interests that centre here,
all displayed at once. The claims lie clearly spread out
beneath you like a map — an expanse of small blocks, which do
not look to be thirty feet square. These present great irregu-
larities, as some of the claims are being worked faster than
others. If a claim stands idle, the adjoining workers, digging
down on either side, leave it standing like a square tower ; but
there is a law which compels a man to work, if his claim is
becoming dangerous to those around him. You see. the blacks
busily toiling round sheer clay battlements at one place,
shovelling on the edge of steep precipices here, climbing up
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naked pillars of earth there, the column being marked with
tiny holes, the only foothold of the daring worker. Square
pools of water gleam in several places, and walls of dark blue
clay cross and re-cross the whole bed of the mine. Round
the margin of this deep bowl circles a fringe of steam
machinery, working the buckets that run up and down on
wires, and convey the ** blue," as the diamondiferous soil is
called, to the surface. These wires converge from all sides into
the bottom of the mine. They are not very large, but very
numerous. They stand out like threads of silver, when struck
by the sun's rays ; but in some lights, or when viewed against
the darker side of the mine, are not visible at all. The mingled
hum of voices rising from the seething mass of labour below,
the whirring of the many buckets flying through the air, the
iEolian murmur of the wind playing over the web of wires,
the far and near rumble of vehicles running round the edge of
the mine, — make up a wondrous sensation for eye and ear.
Once we saw the mine late in the afternoon, when the men
were leaving work. Out from the depths the Kafirs were
swarming, like bees from a disturbed hive. Some were crawl-
ing up the steep slopes ; some skipping along narrow tracks,
where, from our distant standpoint, we could see no foothold ;
some jumping from ledge to ledge ; here and there a couple of
them coming up in a bucket, with other Kafirs hanging on to
the bottom of it by the runners, flying through the air on such
a lengthy journey that you could scarcely believe a man could
suspend himself by the arms so long. On all sides the Kafirs
were laughing, shouting, and singing, as merry as boys released
from school. After the men had dispersed the blasting opera-
tions commenced. The charges are lit by one or two of the
"boys" belonging to the difTerent claims, while the proprietors
look down from the brink. One claim-owner standing near us
wished he had an opera-glass, so that he could see if his Kafir
was lighting the fuse properly. Ever>- few moments a puff of
smoke burst from the floor of the mine, followed by a dull rum-
bling sound, and an immense mass of rock would heave slowly
over with a grinding crash. Frequently the hard clay would
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fly up viciously, and the spectators ducked their heads behind
the edge, though there seemed little fear of fragments reaching
us at such an elevation. I overheard a claim-owner remark,
rubbing his hands gleefully as he saw the flying pieces of rock:
•* Aha ! that shot has landed a rich lump on my claim !" In a
few minutes, the huge basin, so lately a scene of busy life, was
as silent as an open grave.
For eight years from 8000 to 10,000 men have been engaged
in excavating the wondrous Colesberg " koppie." Little did
anyone dream, a few years ago, that that gently swelling hill,
then unknown and unnamed, rising in the midst of a dreary
barren country, was soon to be heard of in all ends of the
earth. " All kindreds, and nations, and tribes " flocked to the
magic ground. The hill disappeared as if by enchantment, as
one might chip an egg, or uncover a pie, previous to scooping
it out The mine, when we saw it, was 300 feet deep, a quarter
of a mile wide, and three-quarters of a mile in circumference.
The two great evils that afflict Kimberley, in addition to
dust and flies, are diamond stealing and its allied crime, illicit
diamond buying. The ten commandments, if they are not
kept on the Fields, are at any rate condensed into one : "Thou
shalt not steal diamonds." The stealing, which is all done by
the Kafirs — O yes, all by those black rogues ! — is in part sup-
pressed by means of white overseers, who are paid from £'i to
£$ a-week to do nothing but watch the Kafirs at their work.
The natives, it is said, are amazingly expert at stealing
diamonds. They can pick them up from beneath the very
eyes of the overseer, either by their hand or between their toes.
They swallow the stone, or secrete it in the mouth in such a
way as to defy detection.
The great mine of Kimberley must be credited with the
civilising of thousands of the dusky sons of Africa. From far
and near the natives come — Griquas, Basutos, Kafirs, Zulus —
many of them travelling 1200 miles from the interior. They
tramp, week after week, on their long pilgrimage, subsisting on
what they can kill in the shape of game. Failing this, the poor
wretches have sometimes been seen picking up and eating bits
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of hide, also stray bones, which they first grind down. The rate
of wages paid them is los. a-weck, and their food. The native
generally stays on the Fields a year, after which time he goes
back to his tribe plump and fat, and bearing a load no white
man would care to undertake. In his blanket, which he throws
over his shoulders and ties round his waist, he carries a suit of
moleskin clothes, a couple of guns, a pot, a tea-kettle, a grid-
iron, a sauce-pan, three or four gaudy blankets, a pocket
handkerchief, beads, wires, mealies for his food, knobkerries,
and a piece of meat stuck on the end of one of his assegais.
He also bears back to his people ineradicable ideas of the
value of wages, of clothes, of white modes of life, — a better man
physically and mentally than when he first saw the metal
metropolis of the interior of South Africa.
One day we went with a party of friends to visit one of the
diamond-brokers, most of whose little offices stand together in
a street leading off from the mine. Here we saw diamonds in
galore. Package after package of the shining white gems were
brought in, and we streamed them through our fingers like
water, passing them round for inspection — a thing I would not
have liked if I had been the broker ! But he seemed quite
easy in his mind ; and in fact, if I remember rightly, once or
twice turned his back ! Diamonds, somehow, lose all apparent
value when you see them in the rough and in large numbers.
We were told that "Those few diamonds there represented
£2000^' and we were unmoved. A £\QO stone is put in your
palm, but you feel no precious thrill. A rough diamond is not
nearly so taking as a gold nugget
One morning the Camp resounded with the news that a
large diamond had been discovered — the largest ever found in
Kimberley. The lucky owner kindly sought us out in the
hotel, and out of a swathing of chamois leather unrolled the
diamond before our eyes. It was a 250-carat stone — ^a perfect
octahedron — "off-coloured," as the term is here^ — a tinge of
lemon hue about it that might lower its value. The stone was
said by some to be worth ;f 5000, while others declared it
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would not fetch ;£" 1 5CX)— so uncertain is the valuation of very
large diamonds.
My father and I paid a visit to the Kimberley gaol. The
buildings lack, of necessity, the massiveness and seclusiveness
that prisons have in England — what can be done with sun-
burnt bricks, wood, and corrugated iron? — and the gaol is
managed in an off-hand, amateurish way that contrasts
strangely with the sharp routine and dignity of an old-
country prison. A lot of white-washed outhouses were scat-
tered round two rough back-yards, while the warders, not hav-
ing any uniform, might have been judged to be plasterers, or
plumbers, or anything, in short, rather than gaolers. In com-
pany with the energetic visiting-doctor we made the round of
the cells. In the first were two native chiefs, who suffered the
indignity of having to put out their tongues. A general in-
spection of health then took place about the court-yard, our
friend the doctor deftly disposing of the various cases. Here
there was a treadmill, which turned a washing-machine. I
stepped on the wheel and trod for a few revolutions, the Kafirs
on the mill looking as if they thought me an egregious fool.
Close by was a large cell, containing a tribe of bushmen —
starving refugees from the war in Secocoeni's country, far to
the north of Griqualand. There they were, all herded together
— men, women, and children. Dwarfish, yellow, ugly-visaged
people they were ; the race who, in their native state, live in
mountain-caves, shoot with the poisoned arrow, use the flint
and steel, and smoke their native opium ; whose forefathers
painted those marvellous pictures on the rocks, which have ever
been the wonder of ethnologists. This huddled crowd of ema-
ciated beings was a sight which could not be forgotten. One
could never dream that hunger and privation and savage life
would lower man so near to the level of the brute ; and yet
there was the bushwoman " skelping " her squalling child, just
like any fond British mother. In a room near this we were in-
troduced to two ladies, one of them the matron of the gaol.
My father invited her to come and hear our concert ; he could
not do less than proffer a ticket to the decent old lady who sat
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knitting beside her. " She's a prisoner," whispered the matron.
"Ah, Mr. Kennedy," said the decent old lady-convict, "here
they put people in the gaol for things they would never dream
of at home." We were not long in discovering that she was
Mrs. ^ a notorious buyer of stolen diamonds !
Kimberley, inclusive of the adjoining Bultfontein and Do
Toit's Pan diggings, which go to make up what is called " the
Fields," has a population of 18,000. Of these, 10,000 are
blacks ; the Europeans number only 8ooa We found here an
intelligent and cultured class of people ; and they have no
mean idea of themselves either. Kimberley has suffered in its
time from ignorant depreciation, and it is but natural this
should engender a little self assertiveness. The people know
that the Fields electrified a half-dead continent into prosperity.
Cape Town has been slow to acknowledge this. There is little
affinity, and less love, between the two towns. Kimberley, for
instance, chafes at Cape Town reaping the duty on the large
amount of, goods imported for the Fields. As one man
growled to me : " The folks there, poor beggars, could not
afford to eat the foods we import ; and who drinks Champagne
and Amontillado in Cape Town, I should like to know, eh ?**
Kimberley is largely a town of single men, who, when not
sifting out diamonds, frequent the hotel bar, the billiard saloon,
or the skating rink. If ever fast living could be condoned, it
would be in the persons of those men of Kimberley. Life is
not too full of enjoyment on the Fields. What is there for these
men, apart from their diamonds ? They work amongst them,
and talk of them, and think of them, all day long. The rush
of week-day work, by its impetus, sometimes carries business
over into Sunday. Men even talk of diamonds at the church
door. One Sunday, a young fellow, with tired look, came
yawning up to the hotel about tiffin time, and I said to him :
** You have been hearing a dull sermon, surely !" " Sermon !"
he echoed ; " no fear ; IVe been diamond-sifting !"
There are people here from all parts of the world. One day,
within five minutes, I had spoken to a Dane, a Russian, an
Orcadian, and a man from Canada. It is a pity the people
Prices in Kimberley, 281
have not built themselves a more abiding city. The truth is,
though every Kimberley man will indignantly deny it, that
they have no absolute certainty in the continuance of the
diamonds. They have had faith enough to remove a
mountain ; but it has not been strong enough to lay one stone
■on top of another. Diamonds alone created Kimberley ; but
for them, a civilised town would never have been shot into un-
civilised space for the next generation, at least It looks like
a logical sequence that, with the decay of diamond, must come
the end of Kimberley ; but there will be a town here as long
as South Africa exists. The interior is fast settling up, and
trade with Kimberley must continue.
A community of such energy and enterprise, with such tastes,
and the memory of comforts left in other lands, never before
inhabited such a sterile waste. But not the least of the marvels
of Kimberley, is the manner in which some of the people have
rendered the interior of their houses comfortable and charming ;
in some cases ornamenting them with choice works of art,
pictures, vases, recherche furniture, and invariably an elegant
piano, on which you hear perhaps a sonata of Beethoven, or
airs from the latest comic opera. Nor are the pleasures of the
table forgotten. We dined one evening at a Scottish gentle-
man's house, who entertained us with a repast that would have
graced any club in Pall Mall, and which was served by his
coloured "boys" in a quiet yet expeditious style that would
have pleased the most fastidious gourmand.
High prices prevailed at one time in Kimberley, and to some
•extent prevail still. But we paid only a very little more for
hotel living here than in the other South African towns. In
times of drought, brown sugar has been 2s. 6d. a pound, and
-other things in proportion. Milk and potatoes are always d.ear.
Eggs were selling at from 5s. tq 6s. a dozen when we were in
Kimberley. Firewood is particularly expensive ; but then as
It is never cold, no fires are required save for cooking. Meat is
not dear, but bread undoubtedly is, for here the element of
skilled labour comes in, and you have to pay a shilling a pound
for your loaf. The Kimberley washerwoman has her preten-
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sions also. A resident may get his linen washed at 8s. a
dozen, but a visitor has to pay los. Perhaps this is owing to
the high price of water. You pay 4s.. for a large barrel, 2& 6d.
for a small cask. Last year there had been severe drought, and
the small cask had risen to los. The supply is solely from
wells and rain-water. The price of goods in Kimberley depends
on "transport" Everything is brought up from Port Elizabeth^
or from Cape Town, most of the way by bullock waggon — ^in
the one case 500, in the other 700 miles. Imagine Great Britain
to be sparsely populated, the country destitute of railway, little
or no grass on its plains and hills, and not overmuch water in
its rivers. Then imagine goods landed at Brighton, and having
to be wearily dragged by oxen up to Aberdeen, and you will
have some idea of how the wants of Kimberley are supplied ;
for Kimberley has to get nearly all its supplies from without^
Much of the food, and all of the drink, furniture, and clothing;
all the many items that go to make up house plenishing —
yea, the very town itself, in the shape of planks and sheets of
iron — have been hauled by bullocks over many a thirsty
plain and toilsome berg to this far, lone-lying spot The pro-
bability of high or low rate of transport, even the very exist-
ence of transport, depends entirely on rain or no rain. If
there is no rain there is no grass, and if there is no grass the
oxen die, and become the prey of jackal and vulture. At this
time the rate of transport from Port Elizabeth to the Fields
was 26s. the hundredweight When there have been some
weeks of drought, prices of provisions rise. The general store
is the Kimberley barometer.
The Scottish element is strong here, and St Andrew's Day
held with iclat. The dinner is a great feature. The tickets for
the last celebration were three guineas each, which included
champagne and twenty different kinds of wine. Appetite was
awakened by a furious blast of the bagpipes. ** Kail soup ^
figured on the bill of fare along with "venison cutlets and
guava sauce." A "Scotch haggis" sturdily held its own against
"stewed kidneys with champagne." "Ice asparagus" and
" Marachino jelly " brought up the rear of forty choice items.
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We missed amongst the vegetables that great luxury in Kim-
berley — cabbage. There was a cabbage one day on the table
of a Scotch friend with whom we were very intimate, but we
heedlessly partook of the dainty, and it was not till we had left
that we suddenly remembered cabbages were 7s. 6d. in Kim-
berley. We soon found ourselves in a circle of Scotch friends,
who strained every nerve to make our visit one of great plea-
sure.
We sang in the Theatre Royal, a commodious building. In
Kimberley the songs of Scotland did not fall on unappreciative
ears. " Why," said one man, " since the Kennedys have been
here, folks have stopped drinking Cape brandy, and Irish, and
French, and stick to nothing else but Scotch whisky ; and (be-
coming serious) there's more people attending the Scots Kirk,
too." Another, addressing a clergyman of the Dutch Reformed
Church, a dignified bachelor, said, " My good sir, you should go
and hear Kennedy's * Nicht wi' Burns,' — you'd go and get mar-
ried at once ! " " Oh," replied the clergyman, in a superior
manner, ** I could get married any time I choose, without the
aid of Burns ! " We sang ten nights — not long enough to ex-
haust the enthusiasm of our audiences. Hitherto I have main-
tained a little reticence as to our professional business through-
out South Africa. I cannot refrain from mentioning here that
it was always good — in some places excellent — but that, taking
the number of the population into account, we had greater suc-
cess in Kimberley than in any other town in any part of the
globe. When we bade adieu to the Diamond Fields, a large
cavalcade of our Scotch friends escorted us from the town. At
length, with a "Good-bye and God speed," the last lingering
friend waved us a farewell, eighteen miles from the town.
The first day we travelled thirty-six miles from Kimberley,
most of the way through the Free State. We stayed for the
night at the house of a Dopper — a very religious man, who
held family worship, and said a long grace before and after
meals. In the evening the whole household sat round the
spacious apartment, while we sang them one or two glees, to
which they listened with not much apparent .pleasure; but
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when we rendered the " Old C," their faces brightened at once.
Formerly the Boers were exceedingly ignorant ; but now they
have wakened a little to the benefits of education, and the
more well-to-do Dutch farmers have occasionally a school-
master living in the house. There was one here — an English-
man, colonial-born, who had resided a long time amongst the
Dutch. He lamented to my father privately that he felt it
hard " having to live amongst people of no education." What
was his surprise to find, in the course of conversation, that this
schoolmaster had never heard of Brigham Young, or the Mor-
mons, — well, that might be pardoned in a man living in the
solitudes of South Africa — but he also knew nothing of Robert
Burns ! He was, let us hope, a most exceptional case. The
children were taught Dutch only, which is rather unusual, as
English is now largely taught among the Boers. This farmer
was a stern Dopper, who hated the English and their tongue^
and whose only literature was the Bible. The Boers are not a
reading people. We were told that in fifty houses you would
not find fifty books. My father and I slept in the little scbol-
room, with sheep-skins for a bed. The charge for accom-
modation was high, but the food was good.
The second day's travel was thirty-six miles. This was the
roughest road we experienced in South Africa, — a sharp jolt
throwing my sister Marjory ofiT the back of the cart into the
road ; happily, she was unhurt We reached Fauresmith, a
quiet Dutch town. Our concert took place in the Court Room,
where we had a capital audience — the people, as is their wont
in this town, bringing their own chairs. It was amusing to see
a gentleman in full evening dress coming down the street with
a chair on each arm, followed by a party of ladies, and the end
of the procession brought up by two or three Kafirs, each
carrying three or four chairs on his head. In the hall were soon
collected plain chairs from dining-rooms, red-cushioned chairs
from drawing-rooms, here a settee, there a sofa, here a
ponderous old arm-chair, a stuffy family heir-loom — all spread
anywhere about the floor, at the good pleasure of the owners*
The joke waS| that friends seeing each other, brought their
A Boer Farm. 285
chairs t(^ther in little clumps, till I believe there was not a
straight row in the room. The hotel here was rather comfort-
able, but the bedrooms were facing the back-yard, where the
domestic animal freely ranged. Just as I retired to rest, a
knock and a voice came : — " For goodness sake, be sure an'
keep yer door shut, or the pigs '11 be in ! "
On our journey of thirty-four miles to Phillippolis, we break-
fasted at a farm kept by an intelligent Dutch woman. The
house was neat, but primitive ; the chairs were " cane-
bottomed " with strips of raw hide. We amused the children
by a song or two, and the big strapping son, coming in from
the stable, rewarded us with a tune on the concertina. We
saw few houses all this day, and scarce a vehicle. The towns
hereabouts are connected by a slim thread of travel ; the hem
of civilisation is sewn with wide stitches. The weather was
ecstatic, and we saw, more than once, indications of mirage, for
which South Africa is remarkable. Phillippolis was a most
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primitive town — a tranquil place, with one narrow street, and a
disproportionately large Dutch Reformed Church at one end
of it The minister of this is a Scotsman, and much beloved
by his people, who, it is said, make him presents of milch-cows,
bullocks, and sheep. Folks have been known to pay more
than the value of farms in the neighbourhood, for the sake of
being under his ministrations. The clergy in these parts have
great power over their people.
We sang in the Court Room, next to which was the post-
office, the sacred precincts of the latter being granted us as
side-room. In Phillippolis I met an old South African veteran,
who was engaged in the heroic task of cleaning glasses in the
hotel-bar. He was a perfect Bodadil — full of strange colonial
oaths — a mass of cuts and scars sewn together with brag.
"Allamuckta! don't imagine there's any good in the nigfger.
Jeroosalem ! Fve seen enough of them — they're a lot of
sweetly-smelling cherubs, tJuy are 1 Oh yes, tell tne all about
them. Blow-me-tight ! why, I've fought in every Kafir war
that ever was ! I'm wounds all over — there's not an inch of
me that aint got knocked about An assegai stuck me in the
eye ; there's a gash, look, in my cheek ; there's a knobkerrie
dent on my skull ; there's a bullet up my back ; a lump hacked
off my calf. Great Caesar's ghost ! / know what fightin' the
nigger is !"
During our next stage, we recrossed the Orange River, and
were once more in Cape Colony, so far on our southward
journey back to Port Elizabeth. Colesberg has an exceedingly
quaint and picturesque situation, lying in a nest of " spitzkops,"
or rocky hills. The people of Colesberg have been nicknamed
** rock-scorpions." During our travelling in these districts, we
frequently saw flocks of domesticated ostriches — now in a
hedged paddock, now in a stone kraal, or walking unconfined
about a village. In many places the farmers have given up
sheep, and taken exclusively to ostriches, which they will
repent some day, when the feathers lose their fancy price.
The value of feathers averages from ;£^5 to ;£"20 each plucking.
What an eventful three days' drive we had to Cradock! The
An Eventful Journey. 287
first day we had thirty-six miles of rain and mud. In a part of
the veldt more than unusually lonely, the cart got into the deep
ruts of a dray, and as these were too wide apart for our vehicle,
the axle was bent in a moment, the upper half of the wheels
being jammed against the side of the cart It was a desperate
fix, and this, too, amid pouring rain, vivid lightning, and
deafening thunder. With the butt-end of the whip, with an
old chiisel, with a bit of stick, and with our very fingers, we
dug out the stiff clay from between the spokes of the wheels.
Then, with shout and shove and lash, we got the horses to drag
out the dislocated cart Saul, poor man ! was very down-
hearted at the unfortunate affair. Luckily, by dusk, we reached
a small road-side inn, called Macassarfontein, thankful to get
even its poor accommodation. As it is not the custom in this
country to have fires, except for cooking, we could not get our
dripping-wet clothes dried, and it was not the most pleasant thing
in the world to put on our cold damp cflothes next morning.
This second day we again drove thirty-six miles. At one
deep spruit my father was shot clean off the front seat into the
. air. As he fell, he had the presence of mind and time to roll
over, thus escaping the wheel by a hair-breadth. He landed
flat on his back in the stream. The horses dashed up the
steep side of the spruit, and looking back, we saw him stagger-
ing up in a deplorable state of mud, but providentially
unscathed. I at once cancelled the " Postponement of Concert "
placard that had flashed through my mind. This accident
delayed us but a few moments. Our motto was " Onward " —
in these long journeys every minute being valuable. We
spared no effort, but pushed on resolutely, and faithfully kept
all our appointments in a tour of unusual length, and most
exacting to man and beast We arrived in Cradock at four in
the afternoon. That night we were all in such good " form "
that the audience never would have dreamt of the three days'
toil we had had to reach them. Here we had the axle of the
cart straightened, and broken springs replaced.
From Cradock we had a two days' drive of seventy miles to
Somerset East, a pretty little village, lying at the foot of a
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mighty berg, whose mammoth spurs stretch down like elephan-
tine toes into the plain. In this township we met with the
warmest reception from the inhabitants, many of whom we
found to be fellow-countrymen ; Somerset East has been called
** Little Scotland." Seventy-five miles, performed in two days,
brought us to Graaff Reinet, one of the oldest towns in Cape
Colony. Fine mountains closely encompass it on three sides.
The Town Hall is the place where entertainments arc
generally held. We paid rent for it, but got merely the shell
of the building. We had to seat it, light it, and clean it
Chairs had to be borrowed all over the town — forty from this
place, fifty from that ; a dozen from one kind lady, four or five
from another private house, some from the hotel — the streets
being busy best part of a day with Kafir " boys " carrying the
seats. Then the lighting had to be attended to. There were
only two oil-lamps, which belonged to the Choral Society.
The walls were covered with rough wooden sconces, to fill
which for three nights required £ i 3s. worth of candles. Foot-
lights were improvised by placing candles in groups of half-a-
dozen in tin shades. One night there was considerable excite-
ment, when, under the influence of a strong draught, the "dips'*
melted away, the liquid tallow in the trays latterly flaring up
in an alarming manner. The most dangerous of the lights was
removed by a gentleman in luxuriant flaxen moustache and
side whiskers. Next day I was accosted in the hotel by a
stranger, a clean-shaven man, who said : " I suppose you were
pretty glad I came to your help last night" " You ! really, I
don't remember — " " Not likely," said he, lugubriously ; ** I'm
the man that tried to blow out the foot-light ! " The railway
from Port Elizabeth to Graaff" Reinet, a distance of 200 miles^
is almost completed. At this time we had to drive twenty
miles to a small station, where we shipped horses and cart
down to Port Elizabeth. We committed them to the care of
the friend under whose experienced guidance we had purchased
them. He was of invaluable service to us during our stay in
South' Africa, and concluded a series of kind offices by^getting
our cart and team put up to auction during our visit to Natal
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CHAPTER XXI.
Natal — Durban — Pietermaritzburg — The Zulus — Bishop Colenso — Relics of
Isandhlwana — The Native Contingent — A kindly Souvenir — Farewell to
South Airica.
Port Elizabeth to Durban is about 400 miles. We left on
Friday at noon, and at two o'clock on Sunday afternoon, we
lay off the Port. The bar, distant about three-quarters of a
mile, was marked by heavy rollers. Our steamer was not very
large ; but, owing to the tide being low, it could not cross. So
a small tender came alongside, lurching violently in the swells
and the unfortunate passengers had to watch carefully their
chance of jumping from the one vessel to the other. The
ladies were packed, two' at a time, in a deep basket, and let
down by a crane. Then, to add insult to injury, the bilge-
water began to spout from the steamer's side, and completely
deluged the little tug before it had time to move off. The
whole arrangement was slovenly in the extreme. The tug
crossed the foaming bar without taking on much water, and in
a few minutes we had rounded the Point The wharf was
picturesquely crowded with townspeople, red-coats, and Zulus.
We hired five black " boys " to carry our smaller luggage up to
the town, about a mile and a-half distant There is a railway
from the Point to Durban, also omnibuses and drays ; but^
being Sunday, communication was stopped.
We walked up to town along a sandy road lined with
tropical shrubbery. It felt very much warmer here than in
Cape Colony, and we were glad when the sandy road led into
the long main street of Durban. At the first hotel, we could
get audience only with the brother of the proprietor, who
thought there were no vacant rooms, owing to the return of so
many of the military from Zululand. The proprietor himself
was indulging in his after-dinner nap, from which we were told
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he dare not be roused. After indulging in his forty winks,
which occupied forty minutes, he kindly awoke, and told us
" he was full." So we " trekked " off to other quarters, followed
by our Zulu contingent carrying the luggage. We arrived at
anothei: hotel in time to get the only remaining rooms.
Durban is built on a sand-flat, which stretches from the hay
to the Berea, a wooded hill rising three miles back from the
coast On the Berea are situated the villas of the wealthier in-
habitants, while the town itself is mainly occupied by the
numerous places of business. Durban has long wide streets^
down which the houses and stores are comfortably ranged.
They do not cramp each other in close, high, rigid masses as
at home. In the middle of the town is a railed garden, rich in
shrubbery and shade-trees. Close to it stands the el^^ant
Post Office, which lost a good deal of its neatness by having a
pile of sand-bags on the top of it We saw, at a commanding
corner, a store whose roof was also fitted up with one of these
impromptu batteries. These told tales of the great scare in
January and February of this year, when the folks were almost
on the point of fleeing the colony, and when the shipping in
the bay held itself in readiness to take on board the panic-
stricken population.
Ordinarily a decent sort of place, Durban had been trans-
formed by the Zulu war into a noisy, rowdy town. The
canteens were doing a roaring trade ; brawls took place at the
street corners. The hotel echoed all day with the animal
spirits of young officers. We met with all kinds of people just
returned from "the Front" The "Front" monopolised all
conversation. The streets of Durban are picturesque with
Zulus and Indian Coolies. You marvel at seeing the alien
labourers ; but the Zulu is fitful and fit only for rough un-
skilled work. Hence he is useless on the sugar and coffee
plantations, and hence has come about that extensive
introduction of coolies, who can be relied upon for a number
of years.
We gave eight concerts in Durban, in the Trafalgar Hall,
which, like a good many colonial halls, is a concert-room, with
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a theatrical stage at one end, and holding 400 or 500 people.
We had good audiences, but the " gods " were the noisiest we
had met with in any part of South Africa. This was chiefly
owing to the war element — to the shady populace that follows
in the train of an army. I am afraid that these rough
customers kept some of the respectable " Berea people " away
at first; for it was only after a night or two, when the celestials
had quieted down, that the townspeople came out with their
"Wives and daughters.
Maritzburg, the capital of Natal, is fifty-two miles inland
from Durban — ^by railway it will be as much as seventy. The
train at this time ran only half way, the engineering difficulties
being unusually great Leaving Durban, you pass through
rich plantations and luxuriant bush. Shortly the line com-
mences to ascend, and the curves I should think, are
unparalleled in number and sharpness. When we got out at
Botha's Hill, there was "Murray's Bus" waiting for passengers.
This was a " Cobb's Coach," capable of holding about a dozen
people, and their Lilliputian luggage, which is limited to 12
lbs. each person. Among our fellow-passengers was Mr.
Russel, the Superintendent of Education, whom we found to
be an Edinburgh man, and in conversation with whom the four
hours passed pleasantly. The driver was a very intelligent fel-
low, who had once been a " gentleman," but had fallen some-
how from the drawing-room to the splashboard. The vehicle
had broken down the preceding day, and its underworks were
now held together with ropes, while through a rent in the bot-
tom the dust was wafted up as from a small volcano. The
most notable part of the drive was the long Inchanga Hill, up
which ^the passengers had to walk. Then on we sped, over
grassy downs and over breezy ridges. They had need be
breezy, in all conscience, as the air at most places reeked with
carrion. Once we saw a party of Zulus cutting up a dead ox,
while the large vultures were hovering hungrily a few paces off,
till the natives had done with the carcase ; and this, too, along-
side one of the most travelled roads in South Africa Crossing
a'neat iron bridge over the Umsindusi River, we passed the
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Maritzburg Cemetery, which inauspiciously lines each side of
the road, and in a few minutes finished our journey at the
Crown Hotel.
Pietermaritzburg is situated in the heart of " fair Natal," on
a gently-sloping plain, partly surrounded by hills. In the
heart of the town, the streets are composed of large stores ; as
they stretch outwards, they gradually lose their municipal air,
and become roads lined with trees, with a " sluit " running on
either side, and cottages peeping coquettishly through a veil of
foliage. Some of the suburban houses have their gables
covered with vines, and their verandahs with luxuriant
creepers. Everywhere there are gardens, while many of the
hedge-rows are composed of roses. The town still bears some
evidence of the Arcadian tastes of its founders, — those early
immigrant Boers, who, in 1838, thought to make here a village
Paradise. The Zulus are a continual source of interest in these
towns of Natal. They are powerful, well-built fellows, and
inveterately cheerful. It may be said that the Kafir supplies
South Africa with laughter. If you hear merriment anywhere,
ten to one it proceeds from the native, not from Boer or
Africander. There is more sparkle in a Zulu's left eye than in
a Dutchman's two eyes put together. Never was there a more
appropriate word than that of " boys " as applied to the Kafirs.
They are self-satisfied, jolly, happy-go-lucky in their work.
Their clothing is never ample, but what they do wear is worn
with grace. Their well-shapen bodies set off the most ragged
coats or trousers ; tatters on a Kafir never suggest dirt,
squalor, or destitution, as on a home beggar. The men trim
their hair into strange shapes, and any day in Maritzburg you
may see them sitting on the curb-stones doing up each other's
'* wool." I have seen a " boy " with a piece of pink tape bound
round his forehead, who looked as attractive as an Acis, and
another equally handsome in a coronet of green leaves. Every
native carries a stick, sometimes two or three, for you might as
well expect them to be wanting an arm or a leg as be vrithout
their " knob-kerrie."
There are scarcely any Kafir women in service ; the Kafir
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woman is of g^eat value, that is, as a marketable article. The
father can sell her to a suitor for ten or fourteen head of cattle.
You can imagine an old Kafir parent saying to the expectant
bridegroom, with a twinkle of the eye, "Oh! yes; you can
have your bonnie lassie — wJun tJie kye comes hame /" When
the girl becomes a wife, she hoes the ground, sows and reaps,
hews wood and draws water ; while the happy husband loafs
all day, merely doing such light work as milking the cows.
The more wives he marries, the more ground he c|in cultivate,
and the richer he becomes. There are no old maids in Zulu-
land ; and as long as polygamy exists, it will be impossible for
Europeans to get a reliable supply of Kafir women for servants.
The colonists, however, do not feel this so very irksome. A
Scotch housewife in Maritzburg told me she preferred a " boy"
to a Kafir girl, as he was so very much cleaner and handier. It
takes a little time for one to get over the peculiar sensation of
seeing a black man doing the cooking, cleaning the bedrooms,
and making the beds. The relations between black and white
in Natal seem to be more satisfactory than in the Cape Colony.
The "boys" are more intelligent, vivacious, and industrious, and
the colonists speak of them more kindly. At nine o'clock each
night, a bell rings as a signal for the natives to leave the streets
and retire to their homes. This seems at first rather a harsh
restriction ; but as the Zulus generally go to bed about eight
o'clock, the regulation only affects a few confirmed loafers, and
was made to prevent robbery and lawlessness. I have seen
more than one European on Maritzburg streets at night, whom
it would have been advisable to put under this regulation ; but
then, I suppose, we would hear a great outcry about "the liberty
of the subject" One can pardon the European law-maker for
being a little stringent, when one recollects the total whites of
Natal number only 20,000, amongst 350,000 blacks.
We paid a visit to the suburban villa of a Maritzburg gentle-
man, famed for his plantations. The artist of the Graphic
chanced to be of the party, and I had the honour of bestriding
his steed which had been in most of the battles of the Zulu
War. Under guidance of our host, we saw his garden and
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forests — acres upon acres covered with timber. He sets from
10,000 to 12,000 trees a-year ; one twelvemonth he planted
26,000. Our friend showed us a little Druid circle of oaks,
which he did not seem to value so much because they were
oaks, or had grown swiftly, but because they were English.
Maritzburg used to be regarded as " a Sodom and Gomorrah,"
so hot and dry was it, and its hills so treeless ; but now the
land-owners have taken to growing timber, which will prove
at once pleasant and beneficial.
I may here interject the remark that dairy produce not being
plentiful in Maritzburg, we had to put up with preserved butter
at the hotel. One day, my father, on the butter being handed
him, said : "Are you sure, now, this is fresh butter ? ** " Oh
yes," answered the waiter cheerfully, "just out of the tin this
morning ! "
One Sunday we went to hear the late Dr. Colenso, who was
appointed Bishop of Natal in 1853. He was known in England
as an eminent mathematician, and came out to South Africa
as a missionary bishop, where he became equally famed as the
social and political champion of the Zulu. Colenso preached
in a neat little cathedral, with a good congregation. This
Sunday, by a strange coincidence, we heard him discourse on
the Book of Exodus, — his text having reference to the wan-
derings of the children of Israel, which he held to be a
spiritual allegory. He said that St. Paul also held the same
view of the matter ; and that if the worthy Apostle had lived
in these later days, he would have been brought before the
Church Court, and subjected to damnatory utterances. Dn
Colenso lived at Bishopstowe, a charming residence some miles
out from Maritzburg, where he had natives employed in print-
ing the Bible, Prayer Book, and other works in the Zulu
language.
While we were in Maritzburg the Carbineers arrived from
the front Half of the corps had been at Isandhlwana, and
perished at the base of the lofty dark rock. We had presented
to us a ragged book of MS. music from Isandhlwana, its pages
covered with blood and dirt, and many of them torn and
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trampled beyond deciphering — a ghastly memorial of the
struggle.
One day I saw the return of one of the tribes of the Native
Contingent The thoroughfare was filled with a wild proces-
sion of Zulus, dressed in all the panoply of barbarous war.
Kvery man had his large shield of hide, a bundle of assegais
under his arm, a gun strapped on his back, another carried over
the shoulder, a canvas bag slung at the back of the neck, and
a portable commissariat of water-calabashes and mealie-bags at
his back. The warriors were all ragged and weather-beaten.
Trousers they had none, but round their waists they wore strips
of hairy hide, or " moochees " of wild cat's tails, that flapped to
the time of their agile steps. Some of the " braves " were al-
most entirely nude, and their gleaming black bodies adorned
with strings of beads. Looking down the street you saw a long
array of ^nodding plumes, battered slouch hats, gleaming bay-
onets, assegais, and knobkerries, appearing above the red dust
stirred by the host of bare feet ; while the whole line of the pro-
cession was covered with a wall of piebald buffalo-shields.
Bonnie Prince Charlie's Highland army could never have
matched this for savage picturesqueness. As it moved along
it sang a hoarse chant of victory. The van shouted one part
of the tune, the middle were at another, and the rear howled at
its own free will. One time the voices would sink into deep
grunts, that, given by so many hundred throats, sounded like
loud thuds. Then the men would give a fierce sharp cry — half
shriek, half whistle — that seemed to tear the very air. Never
for a moment did the monotonous " thud, thud, thud," of the
deep bass voices cease, now here, now there in the lengthy
array. In front of the motley army danced a Zulu woman,
screaming at the pitch of her voice, and waving a long stick.
The warrior host had not the slightest affinity with the decent
respectable street. The prosaic shop-signs of "Mr. Brown,
Draper," and " Mr. Robinson, Bookseller," seen across the mass
of wild-faced, semi-nude savages, and through the bristling
assegais, had a most peculiar effect
We gave nine concerts in Maritzburg, — more in proportion
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to the population than in any other South African town. The
last night was a " bumper." On that occasion the Mayor and
Town Council attended in a body. A number of enthusiastic
Scotsmen publicly presented my father with an address and a
splendid diamond ring — their spokesman being the Speaker rf
the Natal Parliament The ring was, as he expressed it;
" composed of diamonds from Kimberley, and gold from the
slopes of the Drakensberg," — an appropriate souvenir of a
kindly colony.
We embarked at Durban on the 19th August to catch the
steamer that left Cape Town for England on the 26th. Next
day we lay off East London, where we picked up some passen-
gers — among them a lady and her daughters, who were brought
over the rollers in a lifeboat The passage of the bar had been
most hazardous. The boat struck several times on the sand,
while the waves repeatedly washed over them. At length, with
great difficulty, they were brought on board, the lady's eldest
daughter fainting with the excitement We called next at
Port Elizabeth, then at Mossel Bay. At the latter port we
took on an elderly gentleman, who had travelled from a small
village inland, and had never seen the sea before. His inno-
cence was highly entertaining. Shortly after getting out to sea,
he came to me with white, anxious face, saying, •* Fm not all
right here" (pointing to his head); "is this sea-sickness? I've
often heard of it" And upon my assuring him that it un-
doubtedly was, the poor man took to his berth for the rest of
the day. We reached Cape Town on Sunday morning, and on
Monday night gave our farewell concert there to a splendid
audience.
Thus ended our tour through South Africa. We had travelled
1360 miles of colonial roads, and 1800 miles of colonial waters
— 3160 miles in all. Wc had given 82 concerts, singing in 24
towns. Leaving out the sea-journies, we had an average of
about 57 miles of road-travelling t5 each town. Including the
voyages to the Cape and back, we had in our short tour of six
months travelled 17,160 miles.
A party of Scotch friends assembled on the wharf at Cape
Adieu to South Africa.
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Town to see us off. Souvenirs of all kinds — a Zulu shield,
gemsbok horns, a painted ostrich egg, and lovely ostrich
feathers — ^were given us at parting. As the steamer moved
^way, our friends waved a warm farewell, and we returned
^eir signals till we could see them no longer.
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INDIA.
CHAPTER XXII.
Calcutta — The European Quarter — Native Servants — A Hindoo Festival — Street
Scenes — Churches — Society — The Twilight Drive — Collies — ^Native Music —
Visit to a Zenana — A Sail on the Hooghly — Our Concerts.
On the afternoon of the 2nd October, 1879, I saw my father,
mother, and my sisters Helen and Lizzie, sail from South-
ampton in the P. & O. steamer " Khedive/' bound for Calcutta
direct Then, that night I travelled via Dieppe to Pari%
where I took a through ticket fpr Brindisi. All next night
and half of the following day, I journeyed through the south
of France. The train accomplished Mont Cenis tunnel in
twenty-five minutes, and all that afternoon, night, and the
entire following day (Sunday), traversed the long "Boot" of
the Italian Peninsula. At 11.30 P.M. I flung myself into my
berth on board the " Surat " at Brindisi, having travelled almost
continually since leaving Edinburgh on Wednesday night
Three days* sail on the warm blue Mediterranean brought us
to Alexandria, — to the "glorious East," with its dust, heat, and
beggary. The harbour was interesting from its environments
of white-washed palaces and forts. But there was little time
to enjoy the spectacle. A tug took off the passengers to the
train, — a string of small, dirty carriages, — and away we started
on a night-ride across the Desert. Suez was reached at six in
the morning. Deaf to the entreaties of the Arab donkey-boys,
who vainly implored us to try the " Bishop of London," " Mrs.
Langtry," and other steeds, we installed ourselves in the S.S.
" Ncpaul," which an hour afterwards was cleaving the waters
of the Red Sea. Amid heat which stood at 96 degrees on the
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companion-ladder, we sailed uninterested to Aden. Next day
'we were skirting Araby the Blest, with a cooling wind. In
eighteen days from London we had sighted the cocoa-nuts of
Bombay. The mail-train left at six in the evening, on its long
journey of over 1400 miles across the hot plains of India, and
sixty hours afterwards a black servant was pulling off my boots
in a boarding-house in Calcutta. Thus ended my hand-bag
journey across two continents. By this cutting off of corners
I had reached the " City of Palaces *' a fortnight in advance, to
make the needful preparations for our concerts. I may here
anticipate the narrative by saying that the ** Khedive " arrived
punctually, and that our concerts commenced the very night
we had fixed on, before leaving home.
It was early in the morning when I arrived at Calcutta.
Emerging from the large terminus I hailed a " gharry " or cab,
and was driven across the Hooghly Bridge. The cab rattled
on through native slums, as crowded as London streets at
dinner hour, till at length it issued into the open European
quarter, and landed me at a boarding-house. This was a large
three-storied building, with heavy pillared verandahs, the space
between which was covered half-way from the top by awnings.
On my arrival, a number of natives salaamed, wishing to be
engaged as servants, for everyone requires to have his own
" boy " here. I engaged an elderly Mahommedan, Esouf by
name, who could speak a little English. He deftly pulled off
my coat, boots, socks, and other clothing, and escorted me
with a flourish of towels to the bath, which convenience is
attached to every bedroom. Ablutions over, he dressed me,
and brought a cup of tea and a slice of toast — " chota hazaree,**
or " little breakfast," as it is called. While I was eating, old
Esouf was ransacking my portmanteau and bag, picking out
dirty clothes, hanging up clean things in the wardrobe, dusting
my slippers, brushing my boots, and " arranging *' my private
papers. An hour later he showed me into the public room,
where a dozen people were breakfasting under cover of a long
punkah, pulled by a little wallah perched on a stool. After
breakfast, Esouf, the old vagabond, came whining to me with a
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long story that he had got the fever, pressing my hand on hb
brow to let me feel the heat of his head. He wanted my
gracious permission to go to the hospital, and introduced a
substitute in the person of his son, Gollam Hossein, who by a
strange coincidence happened to be passing in the nick of
time, and would act as general servant for Rs. 3 a-week (6s).
He was a tall, sharp-looking lad, and I engaged him on the
spot Exit Esouf !
Calcutta is a wide-spread city, the native quarter with its
" bustees *' or suburbs being spawned over seven square miles.
The population is about a million, of which only eight or nine
thousand are whites. Most of the European portion centres
round the Maidan and Dalhousie Square, connected with each
other by Old Court House Street The Maidan, or Esplanade,
is a great open space intersected by roads, the dust of which
bears the impress of countless naked feet This large meadow
lies between a mass of the native town and the river. One
side of the Maidan is the fashionable Chowringhee Road, two
miles long and eighty feet wide, along which extends at easy
distances a line of white, flat-roofed mansions, with broad-
pillared balconies — the abodes of rich baboos, rajahs, Parsees,
and the cream of European Calcutta.
Old Court House Street, the principal business thoroughfare,
is open and clean, and its vista closed in the distance by the
facade and spire of the Scotch kirk. The shops stand back on
broad pavements, and have no special display in their windows,
owing perhaps to their being few or no European foot passen-
gers to be casually attracted. The whites are carriage-people.
From the shop door to the curb-stone stretches a covered way
to shelter from the sun, or if this be wanting, a native servant
stands with a large wicker umbrella to escort the customers
to and from their gharries. We reach Dalhousie Square, at
one side of which stands the large Post Office, occupying the
site of the historical Black Hole. The centre of the square is
a delightful reserve of tropical shrubbery, in which is set a
"tank" or pond, surrounded by sloping green turf Here, too,
is situated the Dalhousie Institute, where we gave our concerts
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Being curious to see the city, I set out in the forenoon for a
stroll, against all the warnings of the landlord, who said it was
not the fashion for a European to walk, and not safe. The
danger lay in the sun, which, however, did not feel very oppres-
sive, though much hotter than an English summer sun.
" Palki, Sahib ! Palki ! YHi-keeeeer
No sooner have I set foot in the street than from all sides I
hear this strange cry. It is shouted close into my ear, yelled
at me enterprisingly from across the road, uttered expectantly
far down the street, grunted disappointedly at me from behind.
It proceeds from groups of four men seated every few yards
alongside what seems a big black box impaled lengthwise by a
pole. They are " palki-wallahs," or palankeen-bearers, this
species of locomotion being fully as much in vogue as was the
sedan-chair last century. The palki-wallah is a native of
Orissa, and of better physique than the ordinary Bengali. He
IS a muscular, well-formed fellow, clad simply in a piece of
cotton round his loins. His voice is sonorous, his features bold,
and down the bridge of his hawk-like nose extends a white
caste-mark, while his glossy hair, long as a womari*s, is tied in
a knot at the back. The palki-wallahs are specially trained
for the work. That heavy palki, with its occupant, they trot
along at the rate of five miles an hour, two of the men support-
ing and two propelling. Look at these poor fellows toiling with
that portly old sea-captain, who lies full lengfth inside, smoking
his cheroot — the palki-wallahs' elbows jerking spasmodically,
and their voices singing the comforting chant, " Oh the Sahib
IS heavy, but hell give us big baksheesh !" — a hint the old salt
will doubtless take.
During my walk of three or four hundred yards, I did not
meet one white face. The pavements swarmed with natives, in
all styles of raiment, from the loin-cloth of the coolie to the
toga of the baboo. The baboo is a g^eat feature of Calcutta.
He is properly speaking of the clerk caste, but the term is
applied generally to all educated natives — natives who can
speak and write English. " Baboo" simply means " Mr." just
as "Sahib" is the colloquial "sir." The baboo is dressed in
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white, as are most of the natives, and this gives a bright ap-
pearance to the street crowds. He wears a waist-cloth of white
cotton, with a muslin "chudder" flung over his shoulders. He
wears patent leather shoes, and his legs are draped with muslin,
folded diagonally so as to display his fat brown calves. He is
bare-headed, has his black hair cropped close in the French
fashion, and almost invariably carries an umbrella, as a sun
shade. His form is portly, his carriage erect and dignified as
a Tribune, and but little effort is required to imagine one's self
in the Rome of Caesar and Marc Antony. You jostle the
** first citizen" and "second citizen" at every turn. You see
the baboo in his shop in the bazaar ; you see him as a pleader
in the court ; you see him in the merchant's office ; you see
him in the post-office ; you see him perched on a high chair at
the bank, his knees almost up to his chin, and the scratch of
his quill alternating with a scratch at his bare leg.
This forenoon I called on several gentlemen in the way of
business. The conversation never lasted more than two or
three minutes before my vis-a-vis would turn red with anger,
snatch up a roll of paper or anything handy, and throw it over
my head at the punkah-wallah, who sat nodding behind. The
price of coolness is eternal vigilance ! A story is told of a
gentleman whose bedroom-punkah was pulled from the apart-
ment below by a string let through the floor. In the middle
of the night he awoke sweltering, and seeing the punkah
motionless, seized the ewer and emptied it down the hole. The
spasmodic renewal of the punkah showed the "water-power"
had proved effective. But an hour afterwards the punkah had
stopped again. Repeated douches with the water-jug had no
result, and looking down the hole the gentleman saw the
punkah-wallah fast asleep, holding an umbrella over his head !
The punkah-wallah is paid 4id. a-day and 4id. a-night for his
most monotonous of occupations.
I got back to the boarding-house none the better for my
walk, and in truth had to lie down the rest of the day. Next
morning the guests were elated, for the sky was actually over-
cast, and one could get out for a walk ! In company with a
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doctor from Assam, I strolled through nine miles of the
native quarter. Such crowds, bustle, and business — multi-
tudes of one-storied dingy shops, forming " bazaars " as they
are called — shops with no window or door, but consist-
ing of an open front, in which the tradesman sat cross-
legged amongst his goods. There was also the frequent
shrine, with its red god. Once we noticed a Hindoo
woman presenting nosegays, and praying to an idol placed
on the narrow side- walk. Near her a large " brumleykite "
was pecking at a dead calf's eyes, resting on the carcase till we
were within foot's reach of it, when the vulture flapped its ugly
wings and vanished.
We came home by the river, seeing the " ghauts," which
were crowded with washing worshippers. Both sexes bathed
breast high together — the men taking the ends of their loin-
cloth and scooping the water over their heads. Ever and anon
they would throw their arms up to heaven, or salaam to the
holy Hooghly. At one part of the steps a Hindoo widow was
crying bitterly and shrieking for money to burn her husband,
who then lay dead at the bottom of the ghaut, with his feet in
the river. All this transpiring, too, alongside of a prosaic
Liverpool shipping bustle ! Close by was a temple-like build-
ing with an open roof, from which came a great cloud of
smoke, accompanied by a peculiar odour — aBuRNiNG-GHAUX!
The doctor and I went inside and saw several coarse log-fires,
in one of which a body was being consumed. Four or five na-
tives, with long poles, were poking in the protruding knees and
elbows of the corpse. Ugh ! One brute of a Hindoo, scrap-
ing amongst the dead ashes of a fire, brought us a charred
thigh-bone, and asked for " Baksheesh." We turned away in
disgust, the natives remarking in a stage-whisper, " Those poor
Sahibs have got no money."
When my father and mother and sisters arrived, we occupied
the lower flat of the boarding-house. We had now two "boys,"
both Mahommedans, for the Mahommedans will do more va-
ried work than the Hindoos. The Hindoo with his rigid caste
is fixed in a groove. If he attends you in the bedroom, he will
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not clean out your bathroom — ^if he awaits on you at table, he
will not dust your chairs, and so on. A Mussulman ^ khitmut-
ghar " will serve at meals, go messages, brush your clotfaesi
polish your boots, and make your bed. But even he will draw
the line somewhere. He will not sweep out your bedrooniy or
do any of the menial work in connection therewith. That is
performed by a lowly shrinking ^ mehter,'' who comes in noise-
lessly by the back door every morning, with a whisk-broom in
each hand. Then the " khitmutghar " will not fill your earths
enware bath, or your wash-basin, that being the task of the
^ bheestie," who comes in regularly with a capacious water-
bag, like a large stomach slung under his arm.
We had breakfast at nine, dinner at three, and tea at stx»
In India the table service is enjoyably complete ; the noiseless
Bengali glides so expeditiously about the room. During the
meals the servants mysteriously crouched on a piece of matting
in the verandah, with a bowl of hot water and a cloth to clean
the plates between the courses. I never saw so much done
with so little means. It was almost paralleled by the miser-
ably small kitchen, whence issued dishes no white chef could
possibly have prepared under the same circumstances. At
dinner we would be startled by the swoop of hungry hawks
into the verandah, carrying off the scraps off meat Outside^
on the front plot, skipped and croaked scores of crows, poor
comic wretches, one eye on the vultures, and another on the
servants, — now perching on a verandah ledge, now making a
daring dash into the very dining-room, which was already a
fluttering aviary of little birds. This tameness is due greatly
to the Hindoo's reverence for animal life.
We lived close to a bazaar, and one had a feeling of
swarming population. Your " boy " will bring you anything
or anybody at a moment's notice, from a tailor to a snake-
charmer. But you have seldom to send for any shopkeeper
from the bazaar. He comes uninvited, and cheerfully, and
often, and brings his goods with him. The morning opens
with a native barber armed like a bandit, his cotton girdle
stuck full of scissors and razors. His services declined, he
The "Box- Wallah." 305
glides off salaaming, as if under deepest obligation. Then the
** dhobie " comes in — the washerman, who does your linen at
Rs. 5 a 100. An bid spectacled tailor hobbles up, and Mem
Sahib hires his services at eight annas (is.)*a-day to do plain
sewing. There he sits in a corner of the room, holding his
seam with his big toe, giving self-important coughs, and staring
eruditely over the top of his brass " specs " at his progress.
Sitting at dinner, we hear a footstep in the portico, and a
native glides in with the usual salaam. Shiva and Vishnu
protect us ! It is the " box-wallah," or pedlar, at once the bless-
ing and the curse of India. He does not condescend to carry his
goods himself, that being done by a coolie, who darkens the door
with the huge pack on his head. " No, no," we cry, "jao, jao!"
(" gOi go ") ; but the box-wallah moves in calmly and implaca-
bly as Fate, squats down, opens the bundle, and transforms the
dining-room into a dry-goods store. Shawls, scarfs, handker-
chiefs, neckties, collars, stockings, slippers, caps, frilling, jewel-
lery, pens, ink, paper, scents, and ribbons lie in wide-spreading
temptation. Can human nature resist it ? A side-long, half-
relenting glance is given at an attractive piece of goods. The
Sahib's weakness is the box-wallah's opportunity. He lays
the article on your knee — " Here, Sahib, twelve rupee — ^you
have it" "Too much — Fll give you six !" "Nay, Sahib, me
poor man, one price, twelve rupee." " Six rupee." " Twelve
rupee." "Six rupee!!" "Sahib" (deprecatingly), "you ga
English shop, double price." " Yes, yes ; but you're not big
English shop." Raising his joined hands solemnly to heaven,,
the box-wallah vows his article is " dam cheap." Then, wily
dog, he turns his oily tongue to the Mem Sahib and Missy
Babas, and grins with ear-to-ear suavity : ** Beautfool, Mem
Sahib — ^you put on — all right — beautfool — eleven rupee, Mem
Sahib." But Sahib bursts out with "Jao, juldee!" ("Go,
quickly ") — seven rupee !" and we turn our backs in indifference
to his goods. The box-wallah relents a little : " All right, nine
rupee." " Nay, nay, seven rupee." " Me one prke. Sahib —
here, cheap price, eight rupee." This haggling is the " bate
noir " of Calcutta. The bargain is closed, and away glides the
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box-wallah, no doubt laughing in his linen sleeve at his fifty
per cent profit His chuckling is but short-lived, however, for
in a few seconds we hear a wordy war at the gate, where the
** durwan " or gatekeeper has got hold of him to extract the
customary "dustooree" or commission on any sale he may
have effected. This blackmail is universal. Whenever you
hire a gharry, the gharry-wallah has to pay a percentage of so
many annas to the "durwan," and also something to your
"boy" who hailed him. When you buy anything in the
bazaar, your servant, whenever your back is turned, pounces
on the tradesman and demands his " dustooree." If your boy
engages a barber or tailor for you the black-mail is at once
extorted from the favoured tradesman.
Our boys spoke English very badly, but we found the know-
ledge of English on the part of servants to be a fatal qualifica-
tion in the eyes of old Indians. ** Oh, Mr. Kennedy, you
should not have taken one of those English-speaking boys,
they're such awful thieves ! " It seems that it is an imperti-
nence for a native to speak English to an old resident. " He
daren't," we were told, " for he'd get something shied at his
head double quick!" The young English prig, when he comes
to Calcutta, makes a point of learning the strong language of
Bengal, so as to accompany his boots and other missiles with
appropriate remarks. Doubtless the native servants are not
treated by the Europeans so harshly as by their own baboos
and rajahs, who form the most arrogant aristocracy in the
world ; but they arc treated in a manner one would scarcely
adopt towards the lower classes in England. In up-country
hotels you see the significant notice : — " The guests are
requested not to ill-treat the servants." A young fellow who
lived in this boarding-house told me his servant was about to
leave him, "just because I gave him the strap too hard the
other day!" I remember, too, when out driving with a friend
up-country, there was a native in a cart before us. " Confound
him!" cried my friend, " he's stirring up that dust on purpose ;**
and drawing up alongside the cowering wallah, he gave him
repeated lashes over his bare head. The natives are at times
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very exasperating — slow, forgetful, and lazy — but not more so
than would be servants picked out of the slums of our large
cities. Furthermore, the common natives are cleaner, their
streets more respectable and savoury, than the poor and the
purlieus of London or Edinburgh. As regards cleanliness,
every native bathes at least once a-day, and his clothing,
consisting of linen tunic, scarf, and trousers, is such that it can
be frequently washed. Then the garbage of the streets is
removed by the regular scavengers, assisted by the unofficial
hawks and crows by day, and the jackals by night ; while the
highways and bye-ways are safer to the European than those
of any home city.
One of the sights of Calcutta is the Burra Bazaar, to see
which we hired a gharry, that most wonderful public vehicle,
drawn by a couple of dwarf, shaggy horses. The cab itself is
a square, rickety affair, with sliding doors, so that you can box
yourself in from the sun. . The wheels work at all angles. The
bare planks on the floor are usually loose. If you lean your
arms in the leather rests, one or other of the latter is sure to
come off; and sometimes a window-sash tumbles upon your
knee. A half-naked wallah is the driver ; his " man," whom
you can distinguish by his being a third less clad, hangs on
behind, in company with an ungainly bundle of hay, which is
to fill the ragged nose-bags of the decrepit pair when you
alight
Near the Burra Bazaar the streets were so narrow that one
was compelled to leave the gharry and walk. We stopped at
a small shop, and bought a tin trunk for Rs. 8. It was
characteristic of native business that the shopkeeper's first
price was Rs. 1 3. We climbed up cramped, tortuous stairs in
pitch darkness, our feet occasionally slipping in pools of water
on the various landings. A crowd of natives, as is usually the
case, followed in our wake. At last we emerged on a flat roof;
then went across a landing to the creaking balcony of the
adjoining building ; passing next through dusty attics filled
with costly goods. A friend who accompanied us, jocularly
asked a baboo if he had any second-hand frying-pans. **No"
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replied Young Bengal, "haven't got them, but I'll sell you
sdme second-hand gunpowder ! " This gentleman told us that
on one occasion he went to a neighbouring bazaar to price a
certain article, saying he would give Rs. 20 for it The figure
asked was too extortionate, so he came to this Burra Bazaar,
where in a dark den he priced some similar goods. In the
middle of the bargaining, a voice came out of a dark comer,
in a peculiar bazaar-patois which our friend understood : "The
Sahib offered me more for it" It was the first shopkeeper,
who had followed him all the way from the other bazaar.
Upon this the Sahib sprung into the obscurity, dragged out
the tradesman, and with a vigorous shove projected him down-
stairs. Hearing the scuffle and the cries, the natives from all
sides flew out angrily, armed with clubs, and it would have
fared ill with our friend if they had not found out that his
victim was a fellow from a rival bazaar. In one small room,
package after package of silver jewellery was unfolded before
us, till the floor was a glittering mass of heavy bracelets,
brooches, and necklaces of barbaric weight and show. One is
astonished to find costly goods in such forbidding holes and
corners. It is the same as if the diamonds of Bond Street
were sold in the garrets of Seven Dials.
On our way home through China Bazaar, we were pestered
by scores of natives who came into the middle of the roadway,
plucked us by the sleeve, and entreated us to look at their hats,
coats, boots, and umbrellas — booksellers also touting — and as
if that were not enough, there were Hindoos leaning out and
shouting at us from second-storey windows to come up and
have our photograph taken in their studios ! When we got
home I paid off the gharry-wallah, but was scarcely inside the
door when I heard his voice crying anxiously, "Sahib! Sahib!"
I went back and found him quarrelling with the " durwan,"
who had probably been too grasping. Not knowing a single
word of their conversation, I was in considerable perplexity,
when my aforementioned young friend burst out of his room,
saying, " Hallo, Kennedy, can I help you with my knowledge
of the language?" "Yes," I replied, "there's some dispute
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here about the gharry-wallah's fare." " The gharry-wallah ! '^
instantly exclaimed my energetic ally, " is that all ? " and
before I could explain, he had taken the unfortunate native by
the shoulders and kicked him clear down the flight of steps.
This was a "knowledge of the language" that certainly
surpassed mine ! The gharry-wallah picked himself up as if
this were an ordinary occurrence, and the next I saw of him
was at the gate, surrounded by a crowd of some sixty other
natives, all vituperating the stolid ** durwan."
This same night, or rather about two A.M., I was awakened
by footsteps at my bedside, and saw a dim figure hurrying out
at the door. After five minutes' silence, during which nothing
was heard but the humming of countless mosquitoes, there
•commenced a peculiar sneezing and grunting ; but upon my
remarking "Shoo!" it ceased. I fell asleep, and remember
nothing more till I was lying in the dim morning light, with
Gollam Hossein bringing me my " chota hazaree." Through
the mosquito-curtains I could see him stop dead, the tea and
toast almost dropping from his hand. " Mas'r, what's that ? "
I peered through the muslin and beheld a young donkey ! — a
wretched beast, with extravagantly long ears, and its four legs
stretched out at acute angles to prop up its feeble frame. With
some difficulty Gollam removed the donkey, the animal top-
pling over when the process of eviction became too violent It
turned out that my young friend the boarder, returning from a
prolonged convivial party, had picked up the donkey on the
Maidan, and shouldered it home to my bedroom !
We drove through the chief thoroughfare of the native
quarter during the height of a " Pooja," or festival The street
seethed with Hindoos, all in their snowiest linen. From the
intersecting lanes gushed crowds of people, swelling the stream
that filled the main street — a stream that lapped up into door-
ways and windows. Tom-toms were beating, cymbals clashing,
pipes squeaking, people shouting and surging after the idols
borne high over their heads. The god was Kartick, a four-
armed monster, with a yellow face, fierce moustache, an abom-
inable squint, and sitting on a peacock, the spreading tail of
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which formed a canopy to the figure. Looking down the street,
we saw a dazzling perspective — a dense white crowd, relieved
by the gay-painted idols that seemed floating on a sea of heads.
At night the native quarter was ablaze with a multitude of
little cressets or oil-lamps hung in front of houses and shops,
while the sky was studded' with scores of fire-balloons.
Every forenoon, on our way to the hall, we crossed the open
Maidan, which is covered with herds of decrepit donke3rs and
skinny kine. The roads are lively with Hindoos returning
from their river-bath, the men drying their shoulder linen by
streaming it over their heads in the breeze. Women pass us,
wringing their wet hair — graceful, as are all the Bengali
women, and carrying their brass " lota " or water- vessel under
their arm. Prettier than all are the entirely nude cherubs who
frolic along by their mother's side. Driving round into Old
Court House Street, we encounter scores of itinerant vendors,
who run alongside our gharry door, poking their goods upon
us. First we are besieged by a man with looking-glasses and
paraffin-lamps. Then the view is eclipsed by an enormous
tea-tray. "Here Sahib!" cries a wallah, breathlessly, " here,
scent-bottle !" but he is out-shouted by the fellow at the
opposite side, who puts cans of potted meat upon our knee.
We have scarcely got the ham and tongue successfully waved
off, when half-a-dozen bars of soap triumphantly take their
place. The Vendor of an oil-painting does not run far. Then
we begin to wonder whether the man with the opera-glasses or
the one with the cloud of sun-hats will win the race, when fresh
blood arrives from an adjoining corner in the shape of a fellow
who flutters down on us with peacock fans. An exasperated
" Jao !" repulses him, and looking out, we see his next victim,
a choleric major, leaning out of his cab and whacking the fans
to pieces with his cane.
One Sunday night we went to the Free Kirk, which was
much like kirks at home, only the pews were wide, and had
cane-bottomed chairs in them. The lattice windows were
thrown wide open to admit the air. They also admitted the
multitudinous sounds from the thronging bazaars. It was
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unique to hear the " Old Hundred " accompanied by a tom-
tom, an approach, perhaps, to the universal worship on the part
of " all people that on earth do dwell." We went also to St
Andrew's Church in Dalhousie Square. The church is
spacious, and the floor of marble. The punkahs were in full
swing — large punkahs for the people, and a little one wagging
over the pulpit Another Sunday we visited the Cathedral.
The splendid edifice looked gay, if one can use that term in
reference to a church, what with the brilliance of the lights, the
bright painting, and the large and fashionable assembly. It
was a full choral service, admirably executed. One incident,
however, marred the evening. Two baboos wandered by
mistake into the Viceroy's pew, which happened to be
unoccupied. Seeing this, a gentleman seated behind the choir
became visibly agitated, hurried conspicuously down the long
central aisle and whispered mysteriously to the usher. The
latter, with much show of bustle, ousted the luckless native
gentlemen from their seats. The whole proceeding was in
questionable taste.
European Calcutta leads a very artificial life, partly owing
to the climate. The dinner-hour ranges from seven to eight
o'clock, so that our entertainment, like others, had to commence
at nine. Persons anxious about their health make a point
of rising at six, to have a stroll in the cool hours of the
morning. This is about the only time you see Europeans
walking, save at eleven or twelve o'clock at night, when you
may observe one or two gentlemen, in full evening dress^
sauntering from the theatre to their " chummery." No Euro-
pean walks during the day, and everyone has his gharry,
phaeton, or brougham. If a clerk in a warehouse invites you
to dinner, he sends his carriage for you. Things are done on
a princely scale in Calcutta, but style can be kept up very
cheaply. A gentleman may have a dozen domestics, and they
will not cost him more than perhaps two servants in England.
Still, people live up to their incomes, and extravagance is a
prevailing sin, fostered by the fashion of making money the
test of social position. This is the more invidious, as the
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whites of India are largely salaried officials, and one's income
is known. It acts ruinously upon that class whose pretensions
are beyond their purses. Native caste is thoroughly reproduced
in European society — the same caste that reigned in the
beleagured g^arrison of Lucknow, when the iliU preserved their
hauteur amid the shot and shell of the Residency. Indian life
is coagulated into cliques, but if you get ** into the swim/' you
may depend upon prodigal hospitality. Another peculiarity
of European life in India is, that there are no white mechanics,
no farmers. An engineer or a carpenter, when he arrives in
the country, becomes an overseer ; the natives do the manual
labour. Not that there are no poor whites in India. One is
astonished to iind that in this '' imperial " country there should
be so many poverty-stricken Englishmen. Poverty is no
crime in any country save India, where it is inveighed against
in vehement terms. The European detests the sight of a
** mean white," the distastefulness acquiring two-thirds of its
poignancy from the fact that the disgrace is witnessed by the
servile race. The Englishman, who lives in a state of
continual pose as a person of wealth and influence, is in short
ashamed of his " poor relations."
One phase of Calcutta life is to be seen in the twilight-drive
down the Course. The heat of the day is over, and all the
rank and fashion turn out Pale-complexioned ladies,
merchants, clerks, professional men, rich natives, are all here,
on horseback or in their carriage. See, there is Captain D., in
his Japanese chair-carriage, drawn by a trotting Mongolian
servant There is the great Mr. S., of the firm of S. & Ca,
who came out here in the old prosperous years as a steward in
a P. & O. steamer. There is Mrs. Y., the great amateur
singer, and pet of numberless **at homes." There is Baboo
Ram Lall Doss, the rich Hindoo merchant, lying back in his
costly shawls. There is Mr. Jabberjee Chatterjee, the bland
Parsee tradesman. Here is the Rajah of Bouncepore, dashing
along at a swift pace as do most of the native gentlemen,
preceded and followed by two native horse-soldiers in red-
plumed helmets and shining breast-plates. Oh, and here, too.
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IS young Brown, just free from his desk, and airing his little
Burmese " tat " or pony. Here comes a. portly nabob rolling
in his gorgeous equipage, his coachman a white maa ** Oh,"
whispers a friend to me, '* whenever I see that degradation my
blood boils !" Europeans and natives all blend in the stream,
which cannot consist of less than two hundred carriages. But
the two races have no more affinity than oil and water. The
whites ignore the native gentlemen as much as they do the
trees by the wayside. While this is going on, there is a band
playing in the Eden Gardens. A long lawn is encircled by
gas-jets in ground-glass globes, that shed a softened light upon
the throng of beauty. In the dark grove on our right, shoot
scores of gleaming fire-flies. Outside there are other fire-flies,
for the stream on the Course has broken up, and the Maidan
roads are glittering with the lamps of the carriages driving
home to dinner.
Calcutta is not a " city of palaces," but a city of colleges it
assuredly is. The "higher education" of Bengal is one of the
most interesting developments of British rule. There are
Government Colleges, and the institutions of the various reli-
^ous bodies. Chief among the latter is the General Assembly's
Institution, founded by Dr. Duff. Under the guidance of the
Principal, the Rev. Mr. Hastie, we visited this large building,
which occupies one side of Comwallis Square. This is
peculiarly the mission-district of Calcutta, most of the institu-
tions being within stone's throw of each other. The first room
we were taken into contained a children's class, the young
heathen of which were at that moment loudly proclaiming
there was only one true faith, the Christian religion. I cannot
imagine what their orthodox fathers and mothers say to this,
but they seemingly " take the risk" of their young ones being
converted. They are quite aware that the Sahib's religion is
in the curriculum, and they ignore this for the sake of their
children gaining secular instruction. We saw an advanced
class in the College Department reading "The Lord of the
Isles," with copious marginal notes. The students ranged
apparently from sixteen to twenty-two years of age, and unlike
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students at home, many were married men and fathers. Another
class were studying Sanscrit under a venerable native pundit,
a high-caste Brahmin with a little pigtail* In a third room,
about fifty or sixty Hindoos were engaged in natural philo-
sophy, or higher mathematics, under a native professor of
consummate ability.
The Bible is taught also in the Collie Department. Chris-
tian work is as yet but a faint cry in a vast wilderness, and no
wonder the missionary sometimes feels depressed. The Hindoo
is the most diflficult subject in the whole range of Christian
effort He will be " Anglicised " many a long day before he
is Christianised. His mind is not a blank like that of the
Kafir. His heart and head have to be purged from idolatry
and powerful prejudices, a stage successfully reached in many
cases without, on the other hand, the student imbibing the
principles of European religion. The first result of breaking a
Hindoo from his old ways is to produce a violent reaction. He
reads Strauss and R6nan, and keeps pace with the theological
speculations of the magazines. He sneers at ever)^hing not
European, and dresses in a costume, half Oriental, half English^
that is but a reflex of his mongrel mental condition. There
are few real converts made, though there have been numerous
hypocrites, who have brought contempt upon the Christian
name by their loose living and debauchery. We heard of a
little girl running up to her mamma in a state of great anxiety^
cr>'ing : " I'm a European, ain't I ? The ayah says that I'm a
Christian." " And what did you think a Christian was, child?**
" Why, of course, a native that wears the Sahib's clothes and
drinks brandy 1 "
Two days afterwards we heard, in the lecture-hall of this
institution, an address by the Rev. Dr. Bannerjea, the first
convert of Dr. Duff. He was seventy years of age, of vener-
able appearance, had a bald head, long white side-whiskers,
and but for the darkish skin and slight foreign accent, might
have been mistaken for a Free Kirk professor — a Church of
Scotland professor, I should say, as Dr. Bannerjea pins his
colours to the " Auld Kirk." To bring this subtle distinction
" A Man's a Man for d thatr 3 1 $
of sects into the broad realm of heathendom is very absurd-
The proceedings commenced by the Hindoo secretary, a
nervous youth, reading with quavering voice a report of the
Young Men's Literary Society, in connection with which the
meeting was held. There were 300 or 400 students present.
They had the bearded heads of men and the manner of boys,
laughing, talking, and in an excitable state most of the time.
The lecture was followed by speeches from the missionaries.
One speaker scolded the students because they did not
prosecute study for its own sake, but simply to procure a good
Government appointment Another denounced the native
propensity to lying, and counselled them to be straightforward
in their dealings. My father was called upon for a song, and
gave them " A man's a man for a' that," which did not seem to
create much enthusiasm amongst the young Bengalis. Perhaps
it sounded too much like an attack on caste! Some days
afterwards, one of the professors met us and said, "Mr.
Kennedy, you positively frightened the poor Bengalis with the
vigour and spirit of your song ; if there had been fewer of them
there, they would certainly have run out ! "
On the other side of Cornwallis Square is the Bengali Girls*
College, which institution we surprised at the tiffin hour.
Ascending the stairs that led to the large open tesselated
court, we saw a charming sight — bevies of little girls playing
about in " sarees " of yellow, red, and green — the bright sun-
light glancing on their lithe forms as they sported round the
pink pillars of the portico. We stood on the steps, the little
ones gathering in 'picturesque groups, gazing in childish
curiosity at us with their large liquid eyes — some with their
chubby faces beaming with merriment As if a panic had
seized them, they suddenly broke up and flitted into the class-
rooms. Going into the school, we could scarce believe that
those rows of demure damsels, busy at arithmetic, were the
same romping beauties we had seen a few minutes before. For
our entertainment, they were gathered on a raised platform,
where they sang " God save the Queen " in amusingly broken
English — also a quaint Bengali song. We were told that one
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of the little girls was a "married women." Which was she?
Oh, that one there, dressed in green, with the ring in her nose.
Her name being called out, the matron stood up bashfully, her
thumb in her mouth. To-day, her lessons being more than
usually correct, she explained that her husband had kindly
helped her. But then he was double her age, being fourteen
years old. In an adjoining room we heard some young
Bengali ladies sing in the vernacular a "Prayer for the
Prosperity of India." Several of them were " Brahmos " — that
is, their fathers were followers of the great Chunder Sen, the
latest prophet of the new theistic religion. A look over the
shoulder of a girl who was studying " Psychology," and then
we said good-bye.
On the following Sunday evening we were invited by the
Rev. Mr. Macdonald to visit the Free Church Institution for
Bengalis, founded by Dr. DuflF after the Disruption. We drove
in a two-horse open carriage through streets crowded with
traffic, the two " syces " or grooms constantly leaping off the
back of the vehicle, and running ahead to clear the way, with
many cries in Hindostanee of " Out of the way, you jungly-
wallah ! — hi, there, you with the fruit-basket ! — look out, old
woman ! — stop a bit, you palki-wallahs ! — to the right, you pig
of a bullock-driver!*' Once we almost ran down a party of
natives carrying a sheeted corpse. On one hand, church-bells
were pealing ; a large Hindoo theatre, with its flood of light,
was admitting its crowds ; while an adjoining burning-ghaut
was sending its lurid smoke high into the night air. Close by
was the institution, where a sermon was preached in English
by one of the missionaries. There were about 150 natives
present, of whom a number were mere boys. None of them
were Christians, but students and others casually attracted
The service opened with a Bengali hymn. There was a screen
at one corner, behind which sat the choir unseen by the
congregation. As I afterwards found, it consisted of one of
the lady teachers ; three Christian native giris ; a Christian
Brahmin, Mr. Mookerjee, who led the choir ; and two native
instrumentalists, who sat cross-legged on cushions. It was
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with great effort we kept grave while the hymn was being
performed. It was so irregular and wild, and the instruments
— oh, the instruments ! There was a big guitar, that struck off
four prolonged chords as an introduction. Then the verse
commenced, a drum also accompanying. How the performer
seemed to be wrestling with his instrument, coaxing it, stroking
it, tickling it, producing sounds from it that I never heard from
a drum before — groans, murmurs, knocks, rumbels — his fingers
now and again rippling over the skin and ending with a
sounding "skelp !" Then his contortions, dimly seen through
the screen ! The ludicrous, like the beautiful, is intensified by
a little mystery. This drum was a long-bodied affair, to which
an octave is added or subtracted by the performer simply
sticking on or taking off a lump of dough in the centre of the
tympanum — a practical illustration of the " movable Doh !"
This was volubly explained to us at the close by Mr.
Mookerjee, who is a ** card," speaks English fluently, " chaffs "
the missionaries, and is a sharp, cheery fellow. He accom-
panied us to the Rev. Mr. 's house, and joined us in
several of Moody and Sankey's hymns, during which we were
interrupted by a pack of jackalls that swept howling down the
street Mr. Mookerjee then showed us the immense
superiority of Bengali over European music : how the former
had twenty-two sounds in its scale (quarter and one-third
tones), while the latter had no lower subdivision than semi-
tones ; how the Bengali scales were geometrically perfect,
while ours were formed by temperament — with other learned
matter. He was a composer, too — oh yes, that had long been
a hobby of his. Now and then the Rev. Mr. would add
some information, but glib Mr. Mookerjee burst in with, " Oh !
you know nothing at all about it ; Til get your wife to shut
you up !" Next day I called at Mookerjee's office, where he
showed me some ancient Sanscrit music, and some antique
instruments that ** surpassed the piano ;" amongst others, a
large guitar which he avowed was identical with the ten-
stringed psaltery of King David.
In company with a lady-missionary, my sisters one forenoon
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visited a Zenana. They drove some miles through the native
town, arriving at a large house in a busy thoroughfare. The
dwellings of the wealthier baboos are built in the form of a
hollow square, which during "poojas** or festivals is roofed in
with canvas and illuminated. On its north side stands the
family idoL The lady-missionary opened the gate, and they
walked across the outer court Ascending an outside stair
they at length reached a balcony overlooking the inner court
There were eight brothers in this large house, with their eight
wives. A Zenana is not a harem — ^it is an aggregate of distinct
households, but all of one family. At the head of the stair two
little girls met the party — the two daughters of the eldest
brother's wife. It is reckoned a great honour to be welcomed
and escorted by the daughters of the house. The children
tripped along, and led my sisters to the end of the balcony,
where they met an array of timorous femininity in diaphanous
robes. The wives came forward, shook hands, and conducted
the visitors into a bedroom, where stood two rows of chairs — an
unusual addition to the furniture, couches and cushions being
the Oriental fashion. My sisters sat and admired the abun-
dant jewellery, for they were previously told it would give great
offence if they failed to examine and comment upon each
lady's adornment They wore anklets, bracelets, necklaces,
jewels in the hair, rings on the fingers, rings in their ears, rings
in their noses, and round the waist a girdle of jewels. The
latter was not ordinarily visible, but the ladies kindly raised
their " saree " to show it The wives are called " bows." They
are not allowed to be seen by any man but their husband and
male relatives. No other is ever admitted near them. It is
even thought "bad form" to ask after a baboo's wife and family.
You see women every day walking about the streets, but these
are low-caste women, to whom "all things are common."
Though the Zenana ladies are kept in close confinement, they
exercise great control over affairs public and private. Nothing
is discussed, be it a son's education, a marriage, or business
speculation, without the wife having a voice in the matter,
either to veto or encourage.
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To return to our tale. These wives as a rule never left the
house. They had not been out for months, and did not know
when they would have that luxury. They looked plump and
healthy enough, and have a good deal of freedom, there being
the large open court in which to disport, in company with
peacocks and rare birds. They are gentle, affectionate creatures,
and very timid in the presence of strangers. They had beauti-
fully-shaped heads, lovely black hair, and lustrous ^y^s. A
baby of a few months old was handed round for admiration.
Then the party were taken to a table where refreshments were
laid out One dish was potatoes and chicken. On a silver
salver were a variety of eatables — "chupatties" or cakes, dough
nuts sugared and plain, three-cornered " puffs," and " dall," a
description of pea. There were mango-jam, sugar-cane chopped
up in little pieces, bananas, the papaw fruit, and " bracelets " of
candy. Lastly, there was " pawn," which the natives eat as a
" digestive," composed of betel nut, nutmeg, and lime, wrapped
up in a green leaf, and pinned together with cloves. My
sisters had to eat this spicy preparation. The native lady
chews the " pawn " throughout the day. Poor creature ! her
mind is a blank through want of education ; she has nothing
to occupy her thoughts but her husband and her other
jewels! Scented water to drink was now handed round,
and what was left was used to dip the fingers in. Every-
thfng was eaten with the fingers of the right hand, there
being no plates, knives, or forks. The eldest brother's wife
performed all the duties of hospitality ; the other wives paid
her homage. Occasionally they would accidentally jostle her,
when they would stoop, kiss her feet, and touch their head in
respect While the visitors were eating, the wives formed a
circle round them. They kindly explained that if the Euro-
pean ladies did not like this, they would leave the room, but
that they did it as an Eastern act of courtesy. They were
greatly amused at my sisters' red cheeks, and wanted to know
"if it was paint, or what?" Before leaving, the party were
taken into the bedroom of the eldest brother's wife, who
sprinkled them with the precious attar of roses — giving them
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also a little cotton wool dipped in the same scent, which the
visitors had to put in the right ear. One of my sisters was
then presented with a " saree " out of a wardrobe, after which
the two little girls again led the way, the party waving a good-
bye to the balcony where the ladies stood graciously salaaming
in return.
Another lengthy drive brought them to the house of a
Maharanee, or wife of a Maharajah. She was ushered into the
room, accompanied by her governess and some relatives, all
exquisitely dressed. The Maharanee was robed in a green
muslin under-dress and a white "saree" trimmed with gold
beautifully fluted at the edge. Her hair hung in a long plait,
in which was entwined a piece of gold ribbon. This coiffure
was remarkable, as even the youngest Bengali girl wears her
hair in a Grecian coil. She was pretty in feature, though not
graceful in person, wore embroidered shoes and white
stockings, but altogether was not so neat as the women in the
Zenana. The latter showed more freedom in their attire, while
this Maharanee seemed aiming at the European fashion of
dress by increasing the weight and number of her wearing
robes. She is about fifteen years of age, and not long married ;
possesses a little education, is fond of painting, and sketches
very well. Music also seems to be a hobby of hers. She
requested one of my sisters to favour her with " Robben Ad-
air," and in return sang and played a simple native air. As at
the other house, there was the gift of a saree at parting.
Still another long drive brought them to a Brahmin's house.
The good lady had been expecting her visitors for an hour,
and being weary, had disrobed herself of her " braws." She
was very aristocratic in bearing, but as our friends stayed and
chatted, she seemed to unbend a little. She brought out an
immense piece of fancy work, which bore some little
resemblance to the tapestry feats of queens of old. In the
house was a widow, who seemed to feel the full force of
her fate. No Hindoo woman is allowed to marry twice.
Now that suttee has been abolished, she is condemned
to life-long widowhood. This poor female stood at the
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door of the room, and would not speak a word. She
has never combed her hair since her husband's death, and
never will. The Brahmin's wife was allowing one of her finger-
nails to grow an extraordinary length, so that she might go
with It to a certain shrine and there pare it off as an offering to
the idol. When her visitors asked for an explanation she
laughed, and all the others laughed. She would not tell what
sin she had committed, or what wish she desired fulfilled. This
ended the series of visits. The lady-teacher goes the round of
the Zenanas regularly, reading the Bible and talking to the
women. The latter are possessed of many domestic virtues
and graces of character, but it will be long, I fear, ere their
minds are enlightened and raised above vanities. The first
step to rapid advancement would be the enfranchisement of
the women from the Zenana system, but here you have to
fight the iron law of caste and custom.
We met with many kind friends in Calcutta, receiving now
an invitation to a recherchi dinner; now having an evening
stroll on the flat roof of a friend's house in Dalhousie Square,
the bright moon glittering on the waters of the tank, and
lighting up dome and spire. A pleasant memory is that of a
sail in a steam launch to Barrackpore, fifteen miles up the
Hooghly, and opposite Serampore, famed in missionary annals.
We steamed under the wooden Hooghly bridge, one of the
largest floating bridges in the world — 1530 feet long and forty-
six feet wide. The river, with its crowds of native budgerows
and dinghies, and occasionally a crocodile splashing lazily in
the stream, had a very picturesque appearance. Squat Hindoo
temples, embedded in peepul trees, alternated with busy jute
mills on either bank. Equally enjoyable was the sail to the
Botanical Gardens, a few miles down the river, where a friend
entertained us to a bounteous pic-nic. Eight native servants
promptly laid the cloth and set the dishes. Six of them
waited upon us, while two tried to keep off the swarms of kites
and crows that gathered above and around us. One hungry
kite had the audacity to swoop down and make away with a
roast fowl my father happened to be carving. We strolled
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round the gardens, then returned to the river down a beautiful
avenue of mahogany-trees.
We sang for a month in Calcutta, in the Dalhousie Institute.
The acoustics of the building were not satisfactory, but a kind
friend, connected with the shipping, draped the room with
pennants and union-jacks, which were taken down and renewed
as vessels happened to leave or arrive. The side-room was
bare, hot, comfortless, and swarming with ants, while along its
walls darted lizards in pursuit of flies. During the concert,
some of the quiet pathetic songs would be spoilt by the wild
cries of the jackals in the gardens — an unearthly sound, half
mew, half bark, as if each brute were mimicking a cat-and-dog
fight Our ticket-seller was the baboo in charge of the hall, a
-college-bred native, and proprietor of one of the best nurseries
in Calcutta. The doorkeeper and usher were two young
Eurasians or half-castes. The audiences were cultured and
appreciative — mostly reserved-seat people, as few Europeans
care about being seen in second-class seats. Our back seats
were composed of soldiers and sailors. Once-a-week the
warmth of the audience would be sensibly raised by the influx
of a large party of hearty Scotsmen from some of the jute-mills
on the river. " Confound the Kennedys !'* cried a gallant
captain on the wharf ; " they've made my life unbearable !
Everybody says everywhere, Have you been to hear the
Kennedys ? When I say to a friend. What's going on to-day?
he answers, O whistle an* Til come to ye, my lad ; and if I
ask. How are you keeping ? he says. My heart is sair for some-
body !" Another, a Scotsman, remarked to an acquaintance :
" rd gang an' hear the singers, but the fack is I can listen to
them in ma hoose the ither side o' the street ; I gang to ma
bed airly, ye see, an' the bother is that they wauken me up
when they come to their lood sangs!" It was very trying
work, singing every night in this weather, and in fact one
night the concert had to be put off*, as my father was down
with a feverish attack. He recovered sufficiently for next
evening, but after that, we took the precaution of having an
occasional rest
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CHAPTER XXIII.
Travelling in India — A Railway town — A Military Station — Holy Benares — A
search for a Piano— Temples and ** Baksheesh " — Allahabad — An up-country
Station — Hindoo devotees — Jubbulpore.
•
Now commenced our " mofussil " or up-country journey. Our
ideas of Indian railways had been completely revolutionised.
We had vaguely imagined the traffic to be an occasional
' limited train, containing one or two wealthy Europeans, and
perhaps a few portly nabobs, and that the lines were princi-
pally kept up for military purposes. But we found the trains
•consisted of about twenty-one carriages; that the overwhelming
native traffic made the railways the best paying speculations in
the country, and that but for the natives the Europeans would
not enjoy such cheap travelling. The classes are divided into
First, Second, Intermediate, and Third. Wealthy Europeans
and native princes travel first-class, the latter reserving special
compartments to themselves. A considerable number of the
whites travel second-class ; half-castes and some natives travel
intermediate ; but the great mass of the natives travel third-
class. No native, as a rule, travels amongst Europeans. A
gentleman told me that he was once in a first-class carriage
with two ladies, when a Parsee had the " impertinence " to
come in beside them. "Either you or we must leave the
carriage !" exclaimed the irate European, who said to me he
felt it his duty to remonstrate, as " one of the ruling race ! "
The first and second-class carriages are roomy and comfortable,
while several of the windows being tinted blue, you can enjoy
a cool livid landscape. A seat means the whole seat, so that
every white can sleep full length during the long journeys of
India. In this way, eight Europeans will enjoy as much space
as is alloted to sixty natives.
When we got to the platform we found it occupied by
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jostling crowds of natives, like holiday Cockneys surging to
the Crystal Palace. Their baggage consisted of bundles of
every size and shape — the "swell" native going into his
carriage followed by his servants, one carrying his luggage^
another his large " hookha " or pipe. As many of the crowd
as possible were put into the carriages, but there were some
scores penned off when the train started. At each station a
"bheestie" came round crying "Pawnee!" (water), and the
crowded, thirsty natives stretched out their hands for a drink.
The scenery, as is the case over all the plains of India, was not
remarkably attractive. First, there were stretches of jungle^
with monkeys flitting through the trees — then sunny yellow
fields of "paddy" or rice. In the midst of tracts of tall
feathery grass could be seen green mango " topes," or small
clumps of trees. Every few miles were miserable Hindoo
" clachans " — groups of mud huts, with natives perched on high
scaffoldings keeping their crops clear of crows, whilst others
were tilling the soil with their primitive ploughs. Over the
land hung a heavy simmering heat, to escape which the
buffalo-cattle were submerged to the nostrils in the pools and
lagoons.
At length we reached our destination, Assensole, 130 miles
from Calcutta. There is no hotel in the little railway-town, so
we were kindly entertained at the bungalows of two friends,
our luggage being conveyed from the station, a long distance,
on the heads of coolies. We sang next in Jumm&lpore, called
" the Crewe of Bengal," on account of its large railway repair-
ing shops ; then went to Dinapore, a military station. One of
the most characteristic institutions of up-country India is the
military station. It generally lies two or three miles outside
of a large native city, just as if Woolwich were holding London
at bay, or " Jock*s Lodge " keeping watch over Edinburgh. On
the one hand you have a closely-packed native population— on
the other, some 200 or 300 Europeans in widely-scattered
bungalows, occupying about the same area as the swarming
city. Every house of the " station " stands in a compound or
paddock of two or three acres, surrounded by a low dessicat-
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ing wall of mud, surmounted by the prickly cactus to keep out
snakes and wild beasts. The bungalow itself is one-storied>
built of brick, and coarsely white-washed — rather shabby .on
the whole, and typical of the discomfort and negligence within.
You ascend one or two steps and find yourself in a broad
verandah under the rough thatched eaves. All around you
stretch glades as in a park, and through the trees you see
glimmering the distant white line of barracks. There is
perfect stillness and glare in the hot noon, nothing being heard
but the occasional whistling of kites and the rustle of little
squirrels as they scamper across the road. Now and then you
may see a solitary white-helmeted soldier strolling down the
avenue with his dog; or a red-jacketed native carrying the
cantonment letters. Most of the station-people are indoors.
The subaltern lazily smokes in his bungalow, plays with his
terrier, or chats with some brother-officer who has dropped in
with the latest gossip from the mess-room. In the extensive,
double-storied, well-aired barracks, " Tommy Atkins*' maybe
seen in his shirt-sleeves, smoking his short "clay," perhaps
playing cards with his " mates," or lolling over the newspaper
in the reading-room. " Tommy " likes India despite its heat,
for he has higher pay than at home, easier work, and the
additional privilege of " bullying the nigger." Looking down
the vista of continuous bungalows that compose the soldiers'
quarters, you see the wife of Sergeant Gubbins busy over the
wash-tub, or Mrs. Thomas Atkins soaping the dusty faces and
combing the hair of her as yet robust children. Here and
there rise the high parallel walls of racket-courts, and beyond
them stretches a vast maidan, where in the early morning the
troops parade ere the heat of the day sets in. Still further off
can be dimly seen the Sepoy lines — rows of huts built of mud
on a bamboo framework, and thatched with straw — where the
native soldier lives and moves, with his loves and hates, in a
distinct world of his own.
Dinapore is twelve miles from Patna, which latter consists of
thousands of mud houses inhabited by a populace described as
" devoted to banking and commerce ! " Dinapore had no hotel,
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so we lived at the railway refreshment-room, and drove down
to the cantonments, distant three miles. We sang in the
garrison theatre to a good audience, consisting of some rows of
officers and their ladies, backed by a solid phalanx of red coats.
When we got back to the railway station we found it strewn
with sleeping natives, but by careful stepping we reached the
door, to find it locked. After shouts at front and rear, we were
leisurely admitted by a drowsy baboo. In the dead of night
two drunken Englishmen came noisily into the refreshment
bar, but the baboo refused to serve them, as it was long past
hours. Then there was a wild scuffle, during which we could
hear the poor native lamenting his " broken nose," and one of
the Englishmen roaring that the "d— d baboo had torn his
beard out ! " With the help of some other natives the obstrep-
erous couple were turned out. One of them shortly wished to
" make friends," but the baboo declared he " wouldn't shake
hands with him — no, not for a lac of rupees 1 "
Next morning I met an Irishman on the platform. Fve
been a guard for thirteen years out here," said he, " and I'm
going home in two months' time. There's no chance for a man
here. Look at that native over there. He's only been a few
months in the company's service, and now he's assistant station-
master!" There are more people than this Irishman who
grumble. All the old residents growl that " India is going to
the dogs" — i.e., going to the natives. It is unblushingly stated
that legislation should be all for British interests ; that the
native is too much petted ; that education is too wide-spread ;
that soon there will be another mutiny, etc., etc What the
British have to fear now is not a military mutiny, but an educa-
tional rising, as the tide of capable baboos is month by month
increasing.
Leaving Dinapore, a journey of 130 miles brought us to holy
Benares. The train was filled with pilgrims, for the fSkir,
instead of crawling on his belly hundreds of miles, now travels
third-class. He finds that the gods do not object, so long as
the offerings are as ample as ever. Leaving the railway
station, we crossed the Ganges on a bridge of boats, amid a
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dense, picturesque crowd of natives. Then after two or three
miles' drive we reached the hotel in the cantonments. The
first business was to get a Piano for the concert, as we did not
carry our own small instrument with us on this tour. India
beats the world for bad pianos, either owing to the climate, the
want of tuning, or the fact of people flying to the hills and so
not troubling themselves to buy good instruments. Wretched
though they be, it is a most difficult task getting one. The
following was a common experience. "You want a piano? oh,
Mr. White, the storekeeper, is sure to have one ; I'd lend you
mine, only Mr. Black borrowed it for his garden party — you
can call on him too, if you like." So says a friend ; and hiring
a gharry, I drive off to Mr. White. We proceed down a long
avenue, and turn sharp off into a gateway. I am about to call
the gharry-wallah's attention to his mistake in taking me to a
private house, when I see a board : " White & Co., General
Merchants and Provision Dealers." Then rolling along a
carriage-way, as if approaching the country residence of some
lord, we at length arrive at an imposing stone building, the
interior of which is stocked with hams, crockery, stationery,
millinery, and medicine. Mr. White's piano has lost a leg, and
there is a serious hiatus in the keyboard which renders it use-
less. "But I'm sure Mr. Brown will oblige you," says the
general merchant ; and going to the gharry-wallah, he gives
him lengthy directions in Hindostanee that bode ill for the
distance to Mr. Brown. A mile and a-half of hot dusty roads,
with infrequent houses to relieve the view, brings us to another
gateway, and we drive round in front of Mr. Brown's bungalow.
A native is crouched in the porch, but he gathers himself up,,
salaams profoundly, and bears my card indoors. In a few
moments the fibre matting that covers the door is thrown
aside, and Mr. Brown comes out, evidently disturbed at some
meal. " Never lend my piano ! — never ! — my wife doesn't
like it ; but I'm positive that Madame Sepia, the music-
teacher, will do so — she usually does." "Good afternoon;'*
and away I drive to get broiled once more in the small
close gharry. The house lies two miles in another direction
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and getting there I find that " Mem Sahib " has gone out few
her evening ride. The sun has set now, and there is nothing
for it but to drive wearily back to Smith and Ca to get
another name. " No, they knew nobody else — except Mrs.
Green ; why didn't they think of her before ? — she lent the
piano for the last entertainment that came round." With hope
springing anew in my breast, I urge the gharry-wallah to
" Joa, juldee!" and the poor tired horse struggles bravely on.
We pass down long shadowy avenues, through noisy oil-flaring
native streets, out again amongst the trees the air filled with
pernicious dew and pungent bazaar-smoke, arriving after three
miles and a-half at a solitary house, A Mr. Gray appears, who
tells me that Mrs. Green lives in the other half of the same
bungalow. She is out dining with a friend, and will not be
home before eleven ; but Mr. Gray will convey any message
desired. " Oh, a piano ? Ju hadn't one himself, but his friend
Mr. Brown — oh, you have been there? well it's ver>- unfor-
tunate." So I drive off on my long homeward journey,
reaching the hotel to find, luckily, that my father has decided
not to sing that evening, owing to our being so fatigued with
heat and travelling.
Such was something of the experience we had at Benares.
At seven o'clock next morning, an old lady drove up in a
carriage to the hotel-door. This was Mrs. Kennedy, widow of
General Kennedy, who had come like a succouring angel to
offer us the use of her piano. Her kindness was most touching
and refreshing in the midst of so much stiffness. When I re-
turned the instrument at an equally early hour next morning,
I found the good old soul bustling about as if she had been up
for hours. The cantonment rang with the news about the
piano, everyone declaring " she had never done that before to
anybody!"
On our way to see the sights of Benares, we pass through a
native " bazaar," which consists of a series of small thatched
booths lining each side of a dusty road. We are at once in the
midst of busy Ufa Here, a " Jingling Johnnie " rattles past
— a diminutive cart covered with a faded crimson hood, under
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which squat three or four native passengers, drawn by a scrubby
pony with a collar of small bells. Here, a Mussulman rides
past on a horse whose mane is dyed pink — here, a " hackery "
or small waggon drawn by bullocks whose hides are stencilled
in variegated colours. Numbers of children are romping about,
some playing at " bhag bhandi," or " caging the tiger ; " others
flying tailless kites, the strings of which are powdered with
glass, so that one player may cross and rasp his companion's
line in two, and thereby win the game. Passing these, we
come upon a native trundling a refractory' sheep by the hind
legs ; then a group of little humped bullcx:ks embedded in ■
loads of hay, with nothing seen but their head in front
and their tail wagging behind. We notice also a high-
caste woman being carried along in a closely-draped palan-
keen. About the street roams a Brahmin bull of great
sanctity, and knowing it evidently, as he has an air of
being a " most superior pairson." Around him skip secular
goats, kids, hens, and geese. In the middle of the road
women are gathering dung, whilst others flatten it in cakes to
dry against the mud walls, to form fuel. "Imperial India!"
says, with a shrug of her shoulders, a lady -friend who
accompanies us. At a shop-door sits a group of natives, all
sucking the bulbs of their tall-stemmed hookhas, and looking
like a band about to play up. We see young men, tall and
muscular ; old men, skinny and wrinkled in the hide ; women
carrying their children cross legged on their hip. At the side
of the road, under the thinly-foliaged trees in front of these
shops, we see numerous " charpoys " or stretchers, with sheeted
figures asleep in the sultry air. The natives are all clad in
light cotton, for no matter how poor a Hindoo may be, he
never wears any of our cast-off clothes. There is Ram Chutter,
the oil-man, whose shop is bedecked with daubs of the gods, to
attract orthodox customers. There is Mukhtar Khan, dealer
in earthenware, putting up his light trellis shutters. There Is
Pandy Doss, the blacksmith, with his three assistants, and
primitive bellows, blowing up a flame that seems about to send
the bamboo shop into instant blaze. Outside, a native barber
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plies his trade, clean shaving the poll of a customer, the
operation being watched byr a iftkir with ghastly whitened
cheek-bones, sitting on his haunches close byr. Pity if our
shadow fall on that lank old fellow's tifllin, for assuredly he
would pitch the polluted rice away. A group of four native
policemen hastily get up, fall into line, and at the word
^ Tention ! " give the military salute till we are past As we
walk along the sidepath, men step hastily into the street, women
^ back " into the angles of the walls, and children fly frightened
as if the Sahib were a ^ bogey." It is things like these that
make India worth having ! Accompanied by smells of rancid
" ghee " or clarified butter, we pick our way through tortuous
paths— old pits, receptacles for broken crockery, sweepings, and
manure — past tottering houses and feeding-troughs — till we
come to an old well Its creaking, ricketty scaffolding is over-
shadowed by tamarinds and peepul trees ; and the village
women, as they turn the windlass, are gossiping as only Hindoo
women can — or Hindoo men. The bazaar is one Babel of
babble.
We had an exhaustive exploration of Benares, which is one
of the oldest cities in India. It was famous 2500 years ago,
and may have sent its gold to adorn the temples of Solomon.
Now, Benares is a filthy, fanatical, fetish-worshipping, fakir-
infested city — a rotten sham. We found the narrow streets,
down which the fat elephant could scarcely pass, crowded with
fierce bearded Mussulmen, intelligent-looking Hindoos, scented
baboos, and handsome women. The shops on either hand
were stocked with gold and silver brocades, cut brass and
copper plates, toys, and costly fabrics valued as high as Rs. 900
the square yard. One store was said to contain goods worth a
million sterling. We walked through sloppy winding lanes,
past towering dirty buildings, down wet flights of steps strewn
with damp flowers and leaves — the whole neighbourhood like
the unswept floor of a vegetable market The city is wholly
given over to dirt and idolatry in equal proportions. There
are 1500 ".shivalas" or shrines, half-a-million idols, and 280
mosques. The first temple we saw was that dedicated to Shiva,
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the patron god of Benares, — a building half-crushed in a
corner by a press of other scaly-looking shrines, and called the
" Golden Temple," from its copper dome having been " gold-
leafed" by the Maharajah of the Punjaub. Our "boy" was
not allowed into the temples, he being a Mussulman ; but the
plain fact is, there was no chance of extorting money from him.
We, who were rank infidels, were gladly admitted, and our
" bawbees " taken eagerly by the portly Brahmins in charge.
It was like paying for admission to the shows at a country
fair. In this Golden Temple is a reservoir three feet square
and eighteen inches deep, filled with the coin of distinguished
visitors. The aforementioned Maharajah was the only one
who ever filled it with gold " mohurs," whilst scores have filled
it with rupees, and hundreds with pice. As the temple
business is a trifle overdone in Benares, and as the priests have
a strong eye to profit, they send " pilgrim-hunters " over the
length and breadth of the land, who urge the people to visit
their particular shrine. There are more of these heathen
missionaries in India, than there are Christian missionaries
throughout the world. There are several Brahmins to every
temple, and each has his special duty. One guards the door,
and gives fans to the /ar^atics who wish to fan the idol ; a
second rings the bell to call the faithful to the shrine ; a third
places the sacred rice and sweetmeats before the idol, and
helps himself and his followers to a large share of the dainties;
a fourth holds up a looking-glass to the god, so that he may
do his toilet ; a fifth sweeps out the place, an office that he
makes a sinecure, to judge from the garbage ; a sixth beats
the holy drum and blows the holy horn ; a seventh is treasurer;
No. 8 washes out the vessels, and acts as religious scullery-man ;
others prepare the idol's bed, and present him with a tooth-
pick after meals ; while the whole lot of them are arrant pests.
The second temple visited was that of Bhaironath, a god with
four arms. His face is of silver, while that of the attendant
priest is brazen. The latter worries you for " Baksheesh," to
receive which he holds out a cocoa-nut shell. This idol is
propitiated by liquor, and several of the devotees may be seen
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** fou " from partaking of the drink designed for Bhaironath.
In the same shrine is Sitala, the goddess of smallpox, at whose
feet all native gardeners worship, as they are the professional
inoculators of India. One of the most disgusting sights was
the Holy Cow Temple, a quadrangular building containing
thirty cows — one of which, an ill-favoured beast, with wry
mouth and one eye out, would insist on following us. The
place was nothing more nor less than a religious " byre," and
not at all relieved by the incongruity of half-a-dozen strutting
peacocks. The cow is held in special veneration ; if a Hindoo
kills a cow, he suffers as many years in hell as there are hairs
on its body. We next passed the Beggar's Temple, noticeable
by the number of beggars, the lame ones carried on other beg-
gars* shoulders. The cry of " Baksheesh " assailed us all over
Benares. The Brahmins at the shrine, the legless beggars in
the gutter, all alike whined ** Baksheesh." Hateful word ! Had
they had the faintest right or title to alms, it would not have
been so flagrant, but the crowd had no more claim to our cop-
pers than the rest of the 240,000,000 heathen of Hindostan. If
you look at any man steadfastly for two or three seconds, he
will rise slowly off his haunches and mysteriously whisper
** Baksheesh.'* All around us were cries for " Baksheesh," peo-
ple flocking from all directions, and one howling louder than
another. Palms of all kinds, damp, dirty, and greasy, were
shoved under our noses. Here, a broken-backed child of four
years toddled and lisped " Baksheesh ; " here, a lad with para-
lysed legs swiftly paddling himself along with his hands amid
a cloud of dust ; here, a wretch with the stumps of both arms
whittled off to a point like a black-lead pencil ; here, a naked
fiikir crawling along on his stomach, and characteristically
pushing an alms-dish before him. The air hung heavy with
** Baksheesh."
We had the satisfaction of peering d6wn the Well of Know-
ledge, — a stinking, stagnant well, littered with votive flowers —
a well at the bottom of which Truth would not have lain long
— a well said to have been dug by Vishnu and filled with his
perspiration Then we were conducted to the " Man Mandir,"
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or Observatory of Jai Sing. Here some of the discoveries and
calculations made by our handy modern instruments have been
arrived at by lai^e constructions of masonry. There is a tiiural
quadrant, a wall eleven feet high and nine feet broad, in the
plane of the meridian, while another points to the pole-star.
There is also a double mural quadrant, an equinoctial circle
made of stone, and other gigantic astronomical instruments.
It was striking to see this fane of true science in the midst of
so much false religion. The last of the temples visited was the
Monkey Temple, where idolatry has sunk to incredible depths.
The little brown monkeys were jumping up and down the
steps of the temple, some running in the open streets,
some on the tops of walls, some leaping on the house-
roofs. Awful mischief-workers and thieves are those little
wretches, as the shopkeepers all round well know ! The
temple is open-roofed and surrounded inside by a portico,
in and around which were hundreds of monkeys, screaming,
chattering, scampering, and carrying their young in many an
aerial flight along pillar, cornice, and balustrade. The holy
precincts echoed with our sacrilegious laughter I A priest gave
us a dish of " koee," a kind of grain, which we sprinkled on the
ground, and in an instant we were besieged by scores of
scrambling monkeys, all ages and sizes, from the hoary
patriarch to the orange-coloured babe in arms. There was no
odour of sanctity about them, nor about the Brahmins, nor
about the temple, nor any of the temples. You venerate the
priest no more than the khitmutghar who waits at your tabla
The grand old religion of Brahma — for it was grand — has
degenerated into a broad farce, supported by extortion and
carried on by delusion.
The best view of Benares is to be had from the river. We
got into a budgerow with a peacock prow, rowed by four boat-
men. Before us stretched the holy city, built on a long bluff,
eighty feet above the river — temples, mosques, and palaces
towering on high terrace-foundations. The city-front, with its
sky-line of rainSrs, domes, and cupolas, was very striking. A
long succession of rajah's palaces stretched along the river-
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front, for the true believer likes to live near the Ganges, so
that he tmy. die with his feet touching its sacred waters. On
the banks were scores of rafts covered with immense straw-
plaited umbrellas, under which Brahmins were sitting and
praying for their respective patrons, much as mass is said by
Romish priests. There were numbers of bathing-ghauts, with
Hindoos clustering dense as bees upon their well-worn steps,
while the broad stream was strewn with the yellow " genda **
flower, the favourite offiering to the goddess Gunga (the
Ganges). A burning-ghaut, with blazing piles, consuming
their dead, sent their smoke and smell towards us. At
intervals we came upon the ruins of large palaces and temples,
the foundations of which had been undermined by floods ; here,
a boat moored to a fallen buttress ; there, a group of vultures
roosting on a sunken terrace. The river-bank was frequently
relieved by huge idols — human figures gaudily painted,
recumbent, with arms stretched out, and feet towards us — the
absurd grin on their face, and helpless foreshortened attitude,
being irresistibly ludicrous. Our sail terminated at the mosque
of the Emperor Arungzeb, the conquering Mussulman, who
demolished the old temple of Vishnu, and out of its ruins built
this edifice to celebrate the triumph of Islam over Brahminism.
The slender twin minars of this mosque shoot up to a height
of 170 feet, and are the culminating points of the quaint sky-
line of Benares. The afternoon was spent by the time we had
finished this river-panorama. High over head rose fretted
arches, terraced roofs, and spires, their gilded points lit up by
the setting sun. We saw our last of the city of delusion in a
charitable and appropriate roseate illusion.
On our way from Benares, there were scores of Cabulese
traders in the train — tall, burly men, with pale faces, long
elfish locks, an unventilated odour, and dressed in wide-sleeved
jackets, ample trousers, and dark-blue turbans. Each carried
a large pack like that of a Jew peddler. They seemed a
shaggy horde invading the peaceful plains to return with booty
to their northern home. A short journey of ninety miles
(short for India) brought us to Allahabad, at seven in the
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evening. Here a kindly Scotch merchant met us, and
accompanied us to the hotel. After dinner we were joined
also by the Scottish clergyman and other gentlemen. The
weather being remarkably cold, we gathered our chairs round
the blazing log-fire in the dining-room, where we had an
enjoyable ** crack " till bedtime, on various subjects. One topic,
I remember, was the uncomfortable openness of Indian
bungalows. The houses are of course built for hot weather-
numerous windows, holes for ventilation everywhere, and the
various rooms not opening into each other by doors, but simply
draped off by curtains. This is all very well in May or June,
when a breath of air is Elysian, but in the " cool season " you
are afflicted in the evenings by draughts. There is no privacy
or domestic snugness in an Indian home. Every comer of the
bungalow seems to have a native servant lurking about it A
gentleman told us, regretfully as I thought, that there was no
courting in the moonlight here. All love-making transpired
in the drawing-room, and just when you got to the important
^'popping,*' a native servant was sure to glide in with
"Salaam, Sahib!"
The weather is a great topic of conversation at home, but in
India it is even more so. During the few months of our tour,
the thermometer as a rule marked about 120 degrees in the
sun, 80 degrees in the shade. In that temperature the
Australian bustles about at mid-day, while the Anglo-Indian
shuts himself indoors. The sun of India is venomous. From
the moment Old Sol pops his head above the distant mango-
topes, till he sinks again into the far-off jungle, you must
protect yourself from his rays. In the hot month of May the
temperature is 106 degrees in the shade, while the very wind
is 100 degrees. A merchant told me that it has registered as
high as 106 degrees in his office, even with ^ punkah. These
are the days when Government sits 7000 feet above sea-level,
when the land lies quivering under the fierce rays of the sun,
when cantonments are to all appearance striken lifeless, when
the white man shields himself from the cruel heat behind wet
^* cusscuss tatties " or screens, when beast and bird seek shelter,
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and when the poor crow, with ruffled feathers, sits ludicrously
gasping on a fence, as if in mockery of panting man.
One hears conflicting statements about the climate of India.
A ruddy-faced man once said to me in ringing tones : " Ha,
ha ! never was healthier in my life than I've been these last
twenty years in this country." Not an hour aften\'ards a
Scotsman remarked : " I never had a day's seeckness till I
cam* oot here a year syne, and since then I've been doon five
times." Another, evidently a successful man, exclaimed : " I
like India — been twenty-five years in itl Just to think how I
would have had to toil at home !" A man may keep' himself
healthy in India ; but there is overmuch eating and drinking
in the land. In the early morning there is a substantial
'* chota hazaree." Then comes the real breakfast, with meat
and a bottle of beer ; then tiffin about two, with more meat
and another bottle of beer ; then dinner at seven, with wines.
*' Och," said an Irishman, ** folks eat and drink, and drink and
eat, till they die ; and then they write home that the climate
has killed them !" The one anxiety of all Anglo-Indians is
about the Liver. If they talk, it is about the Liver. If they
ever walk, it is to " stir up the Liver." " YouVe bought a cob,
Mr. Robinson?" "Yes, it's for my Liver." "Your wife's
going to the Hills, Brown?" "Yes, she's Livery!" Then
there is the other enemy. Fever. No " new arrival " in
Calcutta is supposed to have the freedom of the city until he
has made the acquaintance of that shaky firm, Fever and
Ague. The fever is not very deadly, and is intermittent It
is said that a young lady will rise at an afternoon visit and say,
" Excuse me, but I must go home for my five o'clock fever 1"
The debilitating effects of actual heat are very noticeable in
the faces of Europeans in India. The men are sallow, the
women look worn. " We exist in the hot weather and live in
the cool," said a lady. India is no land for the fair sex. After
a few years, the wife loses her health, and goes home with the
children, while the husband hangs on to his Government
appointment, to secure the pension. One or two gentlemen I
spoke to had not seen their wives for ,six or eight years — one
Domestic Life in India. 337
had been separated from wife and family for sixteen years^
There is scarcely such a thing as domestic life in India. Even
where there is no marked ill-health, the wife every hot season
becomes a grass-widow at Simla, Mussoorie, or some other hill-
station, leaving the husband to toil amid the dust and heat of
the plains. The children are another cause of separation.
After they are six or seven years old, they must be sent to
England, as they suffer morally from contact with native
servants, and physically from the climate. The Europeans in
India should have the full sympathy of all who take a pride in
the great dependency.
Allahabad is the seat of the government of the North- West
Provinces, and lies 630 miles from Calcutta. It is regarded by
the natives as a peculiarly holy city, and stands on a point of
land formed by the meeting of three rivers. Two of them, the
Jumna and the Ganges, can be seen by mortal eyes ; the thirds
which flows from heaven, is invisible. The " station " is six
miles long — a great extent of sunny, dusty roads, densely
lined with trees, stretching as if in endless vista, with glaring
white bungalows standing in their three-acre compounds. The
names of these roads are on boards nailed to the trees, and like
those of most other stations, are called Canning Road, Clive
Road, Havelock Road, etc. The roads of India are all paths
of honour ! It is a strange thing to see about a thousand
whites occupying the acreage of a Liverpool or a Glasgow.
Allahabad is in appearance a gigantic village ; it is suburban
from centre to circumference. In none of these up-country
stations is there anything like a continuous street. In what
might be called the heart of the settlement, the bungalows are
a hundred yards apart
Allahabad possesses one or two fine public buildings — also a
public garden, redolent with thousands of exquisite roses.
Here we heard the band play, late one afternoon, to a fashion-
able gathering, the ladies dressed in fur-trimmed jackets, as the
night chill was setting in. One Sunday we visited a Mahome-
tan mausoleum, surrounded by a high wall, and the place
where the Allahabad mutineers of 1857 gathered in counciL
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The windows of the building are carved stone screens. In the
centre stands the white marble tomb, on the top of which was
placed a flick of peacock's feathers, so that the dead man could
brush away the flies. The dome was so acoustically tempting
that we sang that grand psalm, " I to the hills will lift mine
eyes," and I should not wonder if the good old defunct turned
in his grave at the sound of those infidel strains.
At Allahabad is a large Fort, which commands the junction
of the rivers. It was built by Akbar in 1572, but has been
modernised into a formidable stronghold. A private soldier
kindly escorted us over the Fort, which is 2500 yards in cir-
cumference. The first object of interest was an underground
temple. We descended a few irregular steps into a dank«
smelling subterranean passage, along which we were con-
ducted by two natives who walked backwards carrying
torches. They halted before the various idols, that stood
in little niches. Our guides showed us with awe a hole
in the wall, the entrance to a tunnel, which we were told was
seventy-two miles long, leading to Benares, and along which a
priest had once travelled on his hands and knees. This feat
was abundantly proved by the fact that several of his friends
who had spoken to him in Allahabad saw him a week after-
wards in Benares ! Another striking object was a banyan-tree,
said to be 1500 years old, which we saw several pilgrims kiss
devoutly. There were devotees of all kinds here : the devotee
who has held his arm over his head for twenty years, and
could not get it down now if he wanted to ; the devotee who
has clenched his fist so long that the nails have grown through
the back of his hand ; the devotee who has kept silent for
years, and lost the use of his tongue ; the devotee who has sat
for forty years in one spot, and only risen for an occasional
bathe in the Ganges. Our friend the soldier took us round the
armoury, and presently stopped before an ancient Buddhist
monolith, forty-two feet high, against which he seemed to have
a special grudge. " Look *ere," said he, " folk say as this is
two thousand year old ; now / don*t believe that, *cause I don't
think folks was up to them sort of things so long ago." "Oh,"
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we replied, " you forget the Egyptians in the time of Pharaoh
— see what grand architecture they raised." " But," insisted
he, pointing to the pillar, " this here was before Christ /" Our
guide concluded by taking us to the battlements of the Fort,
where we had a sweeping view of the confluence of the rivers.
During January and February there are great "melas" or fairs
held here, when thousands of natives assemble from all parts
of the country. The first thing a pilgrim does is to get his
head shaved on the river bank, as he knows he will get a
million years in heaven for every hair that falls into the Ganges.
It is a characteristic fact that numbers of Hindoos make a
living by catching the floating hair and selling it !
More than once I had occasion to visit a printing-office in
Allahabad. It was a sample of most of those up-country — a
detached bungalow, in the open porch of which, and even in
the open air, native compositors, were working, whilst others
were squatting and sorting out type on the front steps. Talk-
ing with the manager, a European, he said : — " Look at that
native there, with the mutton-chop whiskers and moustache ;
he's getting three rupees a-month, — my Hindoo forenian gets
fifteen rupees." I wondered why a " khitmutghar," or waiter,
received twelve rupees a-month, while the compositor's wage
was five or six. The fact is, the " khit " is every man's dog,
while most of these Hindoo printers are well-educated, and
desirous of picking up some gentlemanly, useful trade. " They
are awfully independent," said the manager ; " if I blow up a
man for being slow, he just picks up his cap and hooks it."
We sang four nights in the Railway Theatre here — a com-
modious building. India requires to be " worked " differently
from any country we have ever been in. For instance, we
were told it was customary to leave tickets for sale at the
cantonments. Acting on the advice, I got inside the inevit-
able gharry, and drove off to the military lines, down the sultry
glades that take the place of streets. After some miles, we
reach a rose-encircled bungalow, out of which a bluff major
appears. This cottage turns out to be the officers* mess. I
am recommended to take the tickets to the colour-sergeants of
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the various companies. Off again, along the straight white
roads. When I get amongst the barracks, I ask for the
sergeant-major, who gives me four or five names to call on.
Sergeant O'Flaherty is the first **0h, he went to his
bungalow a minute ago." I drive there and find that, taking
advantage of the cool day, he is out playing cricket opposite
the artillery quarters. A long ride in the gharry brings me to
the game, but OTlaherty has gone to the orderly-room. I
determine to see him later, and drop in on Sergeant Macpher-
son, leaving him a package of tickets. I am not so fortunate
with Sergeant Blazer, for he is away at the parade-ground
with Sergeant Thomson. Though it is a long round-about, I
go to the maidan, finding Sergeant Thomson, who tells me
that " Blazer*s gone to the canteen." I follow him up, though
I find I am gradually drifting further from OTlaherty. At
length I catch sight of Sergeant Blazer. ** Yes, Blazer's my
name," says he, " but Fm not colour-sergeant now — it's
Scroggins — youll easily find him at Company B's quarters." I
get there and ask a private soldier for Colour-sergeant Scroggins.
" Scroggins ? he ain*t colour-sergeant — you've made a mistake
— Blazer's your man." " Oh no, Scroggins is colour-sergeant
now." '* Well, it's only since this mornin*, then ; " and growling
as if under a grievance, he leads the way to Scroggins, who is
deep in some commissariat papers. I give him tickets, and
start for O'Flaherty ; but he has left the orderly-room and will
most probably be found at the mess-room. Says one of the
men : " D'ye twig that buildin* *igher than all the others as you
sec — well it's the far end of that — yer can't miss it" When I
get there I ask half-a-dozen men, but none of them ever "'eerd
tell on him before." He didn't belong to tlieir company —
perhaps it was Company D. I accost a passing soldier, who
kindly walks over with me to another large building, where in
the reading-room, I find the long lost OTlaherty. I have a
short chat with him, and then ask to be directed to the last of
my list, Sergeant Jenkins. " Jenkins ! " he cries ; " why, that
was Jenkins that brought you here!" Instantly I shout for
^u^ „harry, which has cast anchor two hundred yards off. I
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pursue Jenkins, determined to capture him before he is lost in
this brain-wearing maze, and it is with a deep sigh of relief
that I hand him the last package of tickets.
Equally exhausting was the collection of the money two
days afterwards. The last I called on was Sergeant Scroggins,
who had eight annas of his ticket-sale to gather in. He asked
me to call with him upon one of the officers, whom we found in
all his dignity amongst a mass of blue documents. " Eight annas
wanted? "said he; "well, Mr. Kennedy, just be seated for a
moment" Taking out a large sheet of foolscap, he wrote a
despatch, which he handed to a " chuprassie." The native
went off, and after being absent for a full quarter of an hour at
some remote part of the lines, returned with a handful of
coppers. " Ah," said the officer, " here are the eight annas —
you*ll find it all right, I think sixteen pice T Anglo-
Indians hate coppers as they hate heat, but the weight added
to my pocket was less than the load of trouble off my mind !
A journey of ten hours, and we were at Jubbulpore, a pretty
station. The drive to the hotel was enlivened by delightful
flowers and foliage. The raging red leaves of the Mexican
plant contrasted with the sedate blue bells of the convolvulus.
Marigolds, too, and white jessamine, and the nodding heads of
roses ; while over all were the soaring plumes of the bamboo
and the graceful feathery palm. Then Jackson's Hotel burst
into view, built in shape of a wedding-cake, a hovel design that
I recommend to projectors of honeymoon hotels ! The native
city of Jubbulpore was the finest we had seen — broad, open
streets, across which were thrown fretted Saracenic arches,
flanked by red-painted mosques. The " Mohurrum " Festival
was being held, and the gaily-dressed populace were greatly
exercised over it In the open street we saw naked lads
being painted green from head to feet, with red spots, their
faces daubed into hideous masks, and a tail tied on, to fit them
out as tigers, in which character they were led by a chain
through the city to the sound of cymbal and tom-tom. Others
were having their heads covered with gold-leaf, and their
bodies tricked out in silver brocade. Wooden shrines, gay in
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paint and tinsel, stood by the roadside, whilst the monotonous
drum called on the faithful to " walk up, walk up." It is a
hybrid Mohammedanism that obtains in India, being largely
modified by contact with BrahminisnL Amongst the sights of
Jubbulpore is the School of Industry, where are domiciled
numbers of Thugs, that murderous caste. ''Thuggee" has
been abolished many years now, and its votaries are here
employed weaving carpets. The " Marble Rocks," distant ten
miles from Jubbulpore, are also well worth seeing — ^the
valuable white precipices rising to a great height on either side
of a rushing river.
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CHAPTER XXIV.
Bombay — A Parsce Bill-Postcr — A Marriage Procession — The Caves of Elephanta;^
— ^Tbe Residency and Palaces of Lucknow— Cawnpore — An enthusiastic Guide.
It was Christmas day when we arrived at Bombay. The
streets were lively with tramway-cars crowded with Parsees^
and drawn by horses whose heads were protected from the sun
by white helmets ; broughams also, and " ekkas " or native
gigs, drawn by little grey "Arabs." Here were some hundreds
of buffaloes being washed by natives at a large well in a
reserve ; at a large tank, scores of " dhobies " scrubbing and
thumping linen ; at another, fifty or sixty men and women
performing their ablutions. Now a cavalcade of splendidly
mounted native horsemen would ride past ; now a regiment of
Sepoys, in red coats and black trousers, and beneath the little
round caps the same grim brown faces that once burned with
wild mutiny. We lived at Watson's Hotel, a five-storied
building which faced the Esplanade and the Bay, the sea-
breezes blowing gratefully into the bedrooms. In the street
below were native jugglers, musicians, snake-charmers, ventri-
loquists, and mimics, performing to the guests who gathered in
the verandah.
Native life is more picturesque here than in Calcutta, Bom-
bay seeming to be a microcosm of all the Indian peoples.
There are the Mahrattas, with their immense turbans in a
succession of rings, out of which springs a kind of horn. You
see also Persian Arabs, in their dark-brown hooded cloaks ;
white-robed Armenians ; Hindoos of all castes, with great
latitude in the longitude of the women's raiment Lastly,.
Parsees, the great feature of Bombay.
The Parsees have had a strange history. In the year 651
the Arab Mahometans invaded Persia, and drove the original^
Persians to the mountains. Many of these, who would not ab-
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Jure their faith in Zoroaster and embrace the Koran, emigrated
and set up their fire-temples in Western India. There are
45,000 Parsees in Bombay, and to our eyes the Parsees seemed
aliens in the land, so superior are they to the generality of the
natives. They have been called the Saxons of India, and there
is a perceptible push in the people. More than half of them
^re merchants. They are as suave and voluble as Frenchmen,
and as sharp as Jews. They are a highly moral people, and
their women are not kept in the seclusion and degradation of
Hindoo females. Female Parsees may be seen walking
■about the streets — fair-faced women, in lustrous mantles of
pink, green, yellow, and purple silk or satin. There are
numerous fire-temples throughout the city. A Parsee in-
formed me that his people did not worship the fire as an idol,
but as a symbol of the one true God. They adored the sun
also as a perfect fire, but they were pure theists. The Parsees
bury their dead in the "Towers of Silence," large stone
structures open to the heavens and erected on an eminence.
Inside these the bodies are placed on a grating, to be the prey
of vultures, the bones gradually falling through to the bottom
of the tower.
I engaged the services of a Parsee bill-sticker, who took
tickets at the hall-door, and did such odd jobs as interpreting
in the bazaars when I had deg,lings with natives. He was
very gentlemanly, with skin no darker than a Southern
Italian's ; had mutton-chop whiskers, and two curls hanging on
€ach side of his head ; wore a clerical frock-coat, light trousers,
patent boots, and the peculiar skuttle-shaped hat of the Parsee;
and boasted spectacles and a white umbrella. How immea-
surably superior to the rough, whisky-breathing bill-sticker,
sometimes met with in Old England ! As he spoke English
fluently, I gave him one day a number of circulars to address,
but he took ten minutes to do six, so I finished the job myself,
and set him to work sticking on the stamps. The word that
had ** floored" him was " Mackechnie." Macaulay he had
spelt "Mauclay," and Macdonald came out three times as
*' Macdoland." Scotch names are a shibboleth to the native
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population generally, and more particularly to the Hindoos.
All Scotsmen, whether their names be Mackenzie, Macallister,
or any other Mac, are invariably called " Muckintoast," doubt-
less because the first Scotsman in India may have been named
Macintosh ! We also knew of one unfortunate gentleman, a
Mr. Domville, whom the natives always called by the better-
known English name of " Darpfool Sahib."
We gave our entertainments in the Framjee Cowasjee
Institute, a Parsee philosophical, scientific, and literary institu-
tion. There are heavy lectures given in the hall, and in the
library you find a collection of books containing too solid
reading for an average European. We had several Parsees
amongst our audiences — at one time, a spectacled Parsee editor
— and it was amusing to see their faces brightening up at some
recondite Scottish joke. Two of our ticket-takers were
Goanese, or Christian natives from the old Portuguese settle-
ment of Goa, further down the coast. The hall being on the
verge of the teeming native city, our entertainment was inter-
spersed with the cries of the vendors in the bazaars. Every
night, in a lodging-house adjoining, a large company of
Christian natives sang hymns lustily ; but once their service of
praise was marred by a number of Parsee women chanting a
wild minor air in the room below. We sang a fortnight in
this Parsee hall, concluding the series by a ** bumper *' house in
the large Town Hall. Our advertisement was inserted in a
Parsee paper. The fire-worshippers are well represented in
the press — they having four or five journals, and also a Parsee
Punch, We found that the motto of our advertisement, ** Twa
Hours at Hame,*' had been translated " Two Hours of Leisure
in the City of Bombay." It was also stated that " Mr. Kennedy
has a very great amount of talent for the Scottish Songs,"
while the words " pianoforte duet " were rendered : " Both the
Misses Kennedy will sit at the piano at once."
We were taken by some friends to see the Scottish Orphan-
age at Mahim, some miles out ** in the jungle," as they called
it. On the way we passed through the native city, which was
gay with a marriage procession. There were horses capari-
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soned in silver cloth, on one of which sat the bridegroom
seven years old ; children loaded with jewellery ; women clad
in rich fabrics of lilac, pink, green, and orange. It seemed like
some grand theatrical spectacle turned out to the light of day.
Thousands upon thousands of brilliantly attired natives filled
the streets, which latter were composed of houses painted in
flaming red and yellow colours that added to the gaudiness of
the ijicture. We emerged from this chromatic fever, and
presently were bowling into a cool, delightful bit of jungle^
The fans of the cocoa-nut trees dropped over from every side,
flecking the road with ornamental shadows, and forming a
continuous bower. Now and again a yellow cottage or a
vermilion bungalow, the home of some rich Hindoo, would
biaze out amid the tender green of the jungle. At the
Orphanage we were received most hospitably. After tiffin —
one of the items of which was a seed-cake from Montrose — wc
had a pleasant talk with the superintendent and his good lady,
who hail from Aberdeen. We have noticed that the North of
Scotland has sent forth a large number of earnest philan-
thropical workers to foreign parts.
Another day we sailed ten miles up the harbour to the
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island of Elephanta, famous for its caves. On landing, we
climbed a long flight of steps leading up the face of a hill, and
reached the caves, which are hewn out of the solid rock. These
rocky halls, with their massive pillars and carved figures,
seemed not unlike a low-roofed subterranean cathedral. In the
dim twilight of these caves the faces of the gods looked down
on us, stony, calm, majestic in their repose. One group was
that of the Hindoo Trinity, or Triad as it should be more
correctly called — Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu — said to be the
grandest realisations of Godhead ever carved by man. But
the figures in these temples are sadly mutilated, not being kept
in anything like preservation. Returning, the steam-launch
was discovered to be aground. For half-an-hour all the
visitors, assisted by twenty coolies, heeled the large vessel from
side to side, but without effect A passing cutter was hailed,
and despatched to Bombay for another steamer. Assistance
did not arrive till six o'clock that night, which was all the more
annoying as we were due to dinner at a Scottish clergyman's
house at 7.30. Bombay was reached at 8.30, and ignoring
prandial raiment, we drove straight to our host, who did not
take our involuntary discourtesy amiss.
We travelled back again from Bombay to Jubbulpore, gave
another concert there, and about two days afterwards arrived
at Lucknow, where a friend took us a thorough round of sight-
seeing. Apart from its being the scene of so many picturesque
episodes during the Mutiny, Lucknow possesses deep interest
from its splendid architecture. You drive along broad, sweep-
ing roads — palaces, mosques, gardens, and parks meeting the
eye at every turn. We bowled along the " Hazrat Gunj," or
Road of Honour, down which we could see in imagination the
*' kilties " marching to the famous " Relief." On our left rose
the Chutter Munzil Palace, a cream-coloured building with
chocolate windows — formerly a seraglio, and now a club and
reading-room, with a fine hall, in which we gave our concerts.
To the right flowed the River Goomtee, on which Lucknow is
situated, and over which Havelock crossed with his
Highlanders. On both sides of this stream spread ample
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views — expanses of green sward, extensive parks, and wooded
slopes — while away in the distance, as if embowered in a dense
forest of trees, rose domes, minarets, cupolas, and gilded spires.
In the midst of all these fair surroundings, like a spectre at a
feast, stood the gaunt, blackened ruins of the Residency. It
is situated on a slight eminence, and has been left in the same
state as after the Relief. Originally a three-storied building, it
has been wrecked into the appearance of an old tower. It is
rotten with shot-marks. Five months of bitter siege,
explosions, shells, and the contents of thousands of rebel guns,
have left their indelible marks on the ill-fated building. We
saw the portico which fell and killed so many of our soldiers,
its ruins now draped in a cloud of yellow and purple blooms,
haunted by bright green parrots. We peeped down into the
cellar where the women and children sought shelter from that
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storm of shot and shell, and where so many died. We visited
the well-kept graveyard adjoining, where lie Sir Henry
Lawrence, Niell, Banks, and hundreds of our troops killed in
the battle of Lucknow. Not far off was the ever-famous
" Baillie Gate," where " Bob Aitken," with his handful of brave
faithful Sepoys, did such wonderful deeds of heroism. This
was the gate where the rescuing Highlanders charged, and
where the loyal natives, rushing out to welcome them, were
fired into by mistake for the enemy. One can vividly see the
tearing-down of the sand-bags, the waving plumes rushing in
through the gateway, and the wild tearful welcome of the band
of brave hearts — the Highlanders seizing the long-imprisoned
ladies, and giving Vent to their emotion by a hearty reel on
the shell-strewn sward. Alas, there were no bagpipes !
** Jessie Brown," fabled dreamer, had she ever existed, would
have heard no pibroch strains along the softly-swelling knolls
of the Goomtee.
The next point visited was the Imaumbarra, the architectural
glory of Lucknow. With few exceptions the buildings are of
plaster and brick, but one forgets this in their apparent
grandeur. The Imaumbarra, however, is of solid stone. I do
not remember any building in Paris that approaches it
in its sweep and majesty. It is a Mahometan temple,
raised by Nawab Asaf-uddaulah at an incredible expense.
The architects who competed were told that the building was
to be a copy of no other, and to surpass anything of the
same kind ever built The domes, the fretted archways,
the immense court, the great Constantinople Gate, that
in its colossal dimensy^ns sinks the Marble Arch of
London to a common villa gate, stamp themselves for ever on
the memory. It is a glorious outburst of architecture. The
grand hall of this Imaumbarra is 170 feet long, fifty-three feet
wide, fifty feet high, has walls sixteen feet thick, and not a
pillar in its entire length.. This is one of the largest un-
supported roofs in the world, its only rival being that of a
chamber in the Kremlin of Moscow. This splendid apartment
is now, in pursuance of British utilitarianism, used as an
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arsenal, and packed with cannon. One may pardon this, but
not the brutal taste which has plastered in black tar-paint,
huge figures — 31, 32, and so on — right over each of the palatial
entrances, in the centre of the coat of arms of the Royal
Family of Oude. From the summit of the Imaumbarra we
had a comprehensive view of the city — a vision of palaces,
mausoleums, and mosques floating in foliage. Immediately
below us we saw more vandalism in the shape of a tennis-court
drawn out on the flat roof of a mosque.
Proceeding on our journey, we passed the notorious Dowlat
Khanna, the police-station where the great rebellion of Oude
was inaugurated. Then came into view the Hosseinabad,
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which if not the grandest, is at anyrate the most charming
building in Lucknow — a combination of mausoleum and
mosque. Entering by a lofty and ornate arch, we found our-
selves in a beautiful courtyard. In the centre was a long tank
glittering with gold fish, lined with bright green shrubs, and
surrounded by gleaming statues. Richly plumed cranes, with
long pink bills, were stalking about, while purple peacocks dis-
played their gaudy tails on the shining marble terraces. On
both hands rose alabasterlike mosques, their minarets pointed
with gold, and at the head of the courtyard stood the swelling
white dome of the tomb. Over all this the blazing sun shone
with wondrous eflFect, for in India its rays act as the lime-light
in the theatre, intensifying beauties and hiding defects. On
closer inspection you find the buildings of this Hosseinabad
thickly studded with iron hooks, like cloves in a ham, on which
are hung innumerable little lamps at festival times. The
Mahometans are clever at illuminations, and the reflection of
these lights is seen for miles.
We visited the Musa Bagh, where formerly wild beast fights
took place ; then drove to the historical Secunder Bagh, a large
walled garden, where 2000 of the mutineers were attacked by
the 93d Highlanders and 53d Foot, and slaughtered to a man
— a terrible scene, at which a piper lustily performed till two
bullets burst the wind bag ! The next scene of interest was
the Kaiser Bagh, the palace of the late King of Oude, which
was sacked during the Rebellion. Here took place an almost
unparalleled looting. In fancy we hear the cannon blowing in
the massive gates, and the rush of the soldiery into the gilded
halls. We see the smashing of mirrors with bayonets, the
tearing down of massive chandeliers, the ransacking of jewel-
chests, the heaped-up bonfires of purple curtains, gold frames,
and rich furniture. We hear the shouts of vengeance and the
cries for mercy, the heart's blood of both foes streaming by the
white statues round the glittering fountains of the courts. The
echoes seem never to have died away. Kaiser Bagh is
generally supposed to mean " Caesar's Garden," but a learned
professor told us it signifies " yellow garden," from the colour
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of the surrounding buildings. The immensity of the Kaiser
Bagh is most striking. If Lucknow could be called the Paris
of India, the Kaiser Bagh would certainly be a worthy
Versailles.
Passing through the tasteful Wingfield Park, which was one
riotous profusion of roses, we reached that most fantastic of
buildings, the Martinifere. This edifice was erected eighty years
ago by Claude Martin, an eccentric Frenchman, who came to
India a private soldier, and ended his career as a Major-
General with several hundred thousand pounds. He intended
to present this palace to a prince of Oude, but died before it
was completed, and ordered his body to be buried in it to
prevent confiscation of the building. During the rebellion,
however, the Sepoys burst open the tomb and made away with
his bones. We were shown the vault in which he was interred^
and which being also used as a cellar for ale-casks, gave rise ta
the grim joke of " Claude Martin and his * beer* " The build-
ing is the freak of a madman, a most strange and extravagant
structure, combining all styles of architecture, and ornamented
with statues of females, mandarins, all the gods and goddesses,
and lions whose eyes at night are lighted with lamps. The
Martiniere was a great stronghold of the rebels, and it
was long before they were dislodged. * But where that
desperate fighting took place there are at present cool dormi-
tories for scholars. The Martiniere is now a college. Luck-
now is truly a city of palaces, though most of the latter have
been transformed into hotels, clubs, and offices. We lived in
one palace, posted our letters in another, and gave our concerts
in a third, the aforementioned Chutter Munzil. The night of
the last performance there was an adjoining portion of the hall
curtained off as a dining-room, where a number of the bachelors
of the station had invited a party of ladies to dinner. After
the concert commenced, they rose from their wine and
adjourned in a body to the hall. The hotel we lived at was a
palace of the King of Oudc's commander-in-chief, and had a
dining-room thirty-two feet high.
A railway journey of forty-six miles brought us to Cawnpore.
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The British cantonments are eight and a half miles long, a
wearisome extent of dusty roads. As one sometimes sees a
fair spot that might form a paradise, so Cawnpore forcibly
suggests a purgator>\ An air of gloom pervades the place. It
IS flat, sandy, and desolate. When we were there, a strong
wind was blowing dismal clouds of dust across the bleak land-
scape. In company with a worthy Cawnpore man, who had
been with the avenging army that burst into the city after the
atrocities, we made the round of the places of interest Our
friend looked upon the visit of all strangers as a holy pilgrim-
age. The deeds of horror had burned themselves into his
brain, and he waxed eloquent over the incidents of the Defence
and the Massacre, though perhaps frequent repetition had
produced something of extravagance and exaggeration in his
narrative. He was stout and middle-aged, with florid face
and long shaggy hair — a regular lion of a man. As we drove
through the dust of the cantonment he told us the story of
Cawnpore.
Nana Sahib, a Mahratta from the Bombay Presidency, was
adopted by the Rajah of Bithoor, then in receipt of a hereditary
pension from our Government. On his death we refused to
allow the Nana anything, as he was not the real son of the
Rajah, whereas it fs a part of Hindoo belief that an adopted
son is a son, and inherits all his foster-father's property. Nana
Sahib had therefore a real grievance. He made many repre-
sentations to the Home Government, but all to no purpose.
Still the Nana kept up the semblance of friendship to an extent
almost incredible when looked upon by the light of after
events. He joined in the conviviality of station-life, was a
special favourite with the ladies, invited the principal residents
to champagne suppers and balls, and was generally regarded
as a staunch friend of the British. Then the native troops
revolted, and leaving their officers unharmed, were marching
with mistaken patriotism to instate their king at Delhi, when
they were met by the Nana, and bribed to attack old Colonel
Wheeler in the entrenchments he had hastily raised at
Cawnpore.
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Our friend had got thus far with his narrative when we left
the vehicle and walked across the open space held by the
garrison — the worst position for defence that could possibly be
imagined. We saw the well whence the beleaguered trpops
drew water, under a shower of bullets ; also that other well,
where every night, under equally deadly fire, they buried their
•dead. " Yes," cried our friend, " this is the spot where that
devil with his thousands of followers hemmed in the English
for three mortal weeks, popping at them from round comers,
and behind stone walls, the cowardly beggars that they were !
— rolling up big bales of cotton to a few yards of the trenches,
and shooting at our men from behind that, too! Oh, the
sufferings of our troops, and the poor women and children
dying of cholera and fever ; and then to think of the niggers
setting fire to the buildings where the sick were, and all our
folks living under shot and shell every hour of the day — oh, it
makes me wild ! '* And his ruddy face flushed deeper, and his
leonine locks shook with righteous indignation.
" Our troops," continued our guide, " held out bravely till
that double-dyed traitor, the Nana No, I never call him
Nana Sahib — that's too dignified a title — I might call him
Nana the * Soor,' or pig, as his own townsfolk did. Well, this
beast, he sent a message to old Wheeler, • saying that if he
surrendered, he and all his folks would get a safe passage to
Allahabad. This was very tempting, you know, so they soon
made a hole in their little mud wall — why, just at the very
place you're standing on now — and in poured all the Nana's
men, as if to escort our poor people off" to the boats. This is
the way they went, down here." We drove along the route
taken by the betrayed garrison, several of the trees by the
wayside still showing large gnarls where cannon-shot had
" blazed " them.
We reached the Suttee Chowra Ghaut, where the first
massacre took place. It is scarcely possible to realise a more
cheerless, miserable prospect than that which met our eyes.
We walked to the river-side amongst wind-blown sand-dunes
covered with sickly shrubs ! On a slope to our left skulked a
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jackal, a dusty vagabondish kind of beast, that gave us a
wicked furtive look as he crawled into a hole. Across the
muddy Ganges was low, jungly country, at times completely
hidden by the driving drifts of sand. Were there no melan-
choly associations clinging to the spot, one would still have the
feeling of impending calamity. "Look," said the friendly
Lion, " here is the place where the Nana brought the people.
Some were put into the boats, and some were not They were
mostly women and children that he kept back. They went down
those stepshere,see ; they're almost covered up with the mud now.
Well, they were no sooner in the boats than the native rowers
set fire to the thatch of the budgerows and jumped ashore.
Then the black devils on the ghaut commenced firing at the
boats. You see this little Hindoo temple we're standing
beside? Well, the Nana had cannon hidden here, too, and
they were let fly at the poor wretches. More of the Sepoys
shot at them from the jungle here, and some from the other
side of the river, and all in the boats were drowned, shot, or
burned, only two living to tell the tale. Isn't that enough to
make the blood boil, eh ? But there's worse to hear yet — come
along." Presently we were crossing a bridge, alongside of
which a native was praying (as he prayed every day) that some
white man might fall through. " Down this road," said our
guide, " the fiend the Nana brought the helpless party of
survivors, and crowded them into a building that's taken down
now — that's the place where they were all killed, you know.
When the Nana heard that the British were coming, he
ordered two hundred of his men to fire in at the windows of
this house, and shoot every soul there. Yes, sir ; but the
Sepoys were not so great wretches as their master, for they
fired over the women's heads. After four hours there was
scarcely any one killed, so the Nana was disgusted, and
ordered fifty of his horse-soldiers to ride into the bazaars and
get the lowest caste of natives to do the job. They were
butchers by trade, and went in with their knives and hatchets.
One fellow came out three times for a fresh knife. Look here,
my friends ; from five in the evening till half-past ten that
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nighty the bloody^work was going on, while the women were
screaming and praying, and babies were crying, and then the
dead and^the'dying were flung in one heap into the well close
at hand. When we marched into Cawnpore and saw the
fearful sight, there*wasn't a dry eye in the camp, nor any man
in his senses. We were all mad, sir, that night — mad for
revenge. Every prisoner that was caught, we dragged the
devil to the massacre house, and there, sirs, we made him
•
Thejplace where the foul deed transpired is now about the
only lovely spot in Cawnpore. The Memorial Garden, as it is
called, is a large enclosed piece of ground, beautifully laid out
with shrubbery and plots of flowers. Here a simple white
cross marks the site of the house of massacre. The well is now
covered in by a very graceful memorial — a circular stone
platform, on which stands the marble statue of an angel,
beautifully designed by Baron Marochetti. On the pediment
is placed the following inscription : — ** Sacred to the perpetual
memory of a great company of Christian people, chiefly
women and children, who near this spot were cruelly
massacred by the followers of the Rebel Nana, and cast, the
dying with the dead, into the Well below, on the 1 5th day of
July, MDCCCLVII." The figure is surrounded by an
octagonal Gothic screen, of chaste and beautiful workmanship.
No one can enter this hallowed enclosure without feeling the
eyes dew with profoundest pity for the sufferers in that
wretched fate. Cawnpore has been fitly named " a memory of
fruitless valour and unutterable woe." Round the Memorial
Well are the grass-grown graves of those who fell during the
battles of Cawnpore. Distant about a stone's throw is the
Station Theatre, where we sang. During the mutiny it was
occupied and loop-holed by the rebels, and is the same build-
ing in which the Nana had often sat, applauding the amateur
theatricals of the resident garrison. We could picture his cruel
smiling face all through our entertainment Verily, we supped
full of horrors during our stay here. What a contrast between
green, palatial Lucknow and sandy, sad Cawnpore !
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CHAPTER XXV.
Agra— The Fort of Akbar— The Pearl Mosque— The Taj— Humours of Concert-
giving in India— Delhi — Lahore— A picnic at Shalimar — The daily Life of our
Boy — Meerut — Back to Calcutta — Farewell to India.
Agra, i 59 miles north of Cawnpore, was the next city visited.
It is the chief architectural glory of India. One feels inclined
to thank the invading Mussulmen, who came like a strong
breeze into the still, slumberous life of Hindooism. The
Mahometans have given architecture to India. Agra is full of
grand edifices, several of which lie in the great Fort of Akbar.
This is an immense structure, a mile and a-half in circumfer-
ence, overhanging the river, with lofty walls of red sandstone
towering like precipices of masonry, the embattled heights
being relieved at intervals by turrets. We drove into the Fort
by the Delhi Gate, a giant entrance-way, purely Saracenic, and
flanked by enormous towers. A long paved way led to a
spacious court, surrounded by arcades, and formerly a carousal
or tilt-yard. We passed along corridors lined with marble,
that more resembled ivory carving than stonework. Most of
the buildings had a coolness as of a cave. The walls were of
great thickness, and heat was resisted by their massiveness.
These apartments and pavilions formed part of the Monarch's
Palace, and extended round a central court, in which used to
be the fountains and grape-garden of Akbar. Another court-
yard was paved with black and white squares of marble, so as
to form a chess-board — the game being played by Akbar and
his wives, while the "pieces" were girls who trotted from
square to square according to the various moves ! Near here
was the Shish Mahal, or Palace of Glass, a series of baths, the
roof and walls of which were starry with thousands of little
mirrors. As our guide waved a torch over his head, the light
was reflected from a myriad points — an effect at once novel
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and beautiful. These baths are now dry. Formerly the water
fell into a marble pool, the cascade being lighted from behind
by lamps, while the fountains in the centre were also illumin-
ated from within. Streams poured from each side over marble
channels carved so that the current produced the eflTect of
swimming fish. Near here are strange underground passages,
along which the ladies of the Zenana played at hide-and-seek,
splashing through fountains, shouting and laughing, clad only
in Paradisaic costume ! At the end of one of these passages is
a deep well, to which unfaithful wives used to be committed ;
but a short time ago, two private soldiers fell into the hole, so
it has been summarily bricked up. We next visited the
Dewan-i-khas, or Audience Hall, a terrace on which stands a
throne composed of a black marble slab six feet square. This
stone is cracked, as our guide told us, by its having been
sat upon by the Rajah of Bhurtpore, a Hindoo, at which
time blood also gushed forth. Renewed fracture and bleed-
ing took place on another occasion when Lord Ellen-
borough rested on it. Our guide, a most intelligent
man, and a thorough master of English, believed the story
absolutely, and showed us the two blood-stains in proof. We
all seated ourselves on the slab, but it showed no signs of dis-
integration, its heart having no doubt been completely broken
already at so much contact with infidels. Retracing our steps,
we arrived at the Moti Musjid, or Pearl Mosque. A massive
door was flung open, and we found ourselves in the courtyard.
The outside wall being of warm red sandstone, the effect is
wonderful, and not anticipated, when you enter upon a dazzling
white pavement, surrounded by white pillars, and are con-
fronted by a white mosque with three shining marble domes —
the white effect being heightened by the delightful blue of the
open heavens. The prevailing idea of the Pearl Mosque is
that of saintly purity.
The most remarkable building in Agra is the Taj, or tomb
built in 1630 by Shah Jehan to his queen Mumt&z. There is
nothing in India, nothing in the worid, like it; One day we
drove to see the Taj, which stands by the river Jumna, about
The Taj, 359
a mile and a-half from the city. We alighted at the principal
gate, which is built of red sandstone, elaborately carved, and
crowned with twenty-six marble cupolas. Passing underneath,.
we reached a paved avenue 1200 feet long, with a raised
fountain-terrace half-way down, and a series of jets d'eau
stretching from end to end. We stood in a thrill of delight as
we gazed at the scene before us. At the extremity of the
avenue of dark cypress trees rose the gleaming white walls of
a marble edifice, surmounted by a dome of exquisite propor-
tion — the most ethereal stru<;ture ever reared by mortal hands.
It stands on a platform of red sandstone, at each corner of
which is a tower bearing a marble kiosk. Two mosques occupy
the east and west sides, one used for prayers, and the other
a "jawab," or "answer," so as not to disturb the symmetry.
On this platform stands another of white marble, in the centre
of which rises the Taj. At each corner of this marble terrace
is a graceful min&r, 150 feet in height The walls of the
edifice are seventy feet high, and above them swells up the
unique dome, flanked by four small cupolas. It does not
spring sharply from the roof, but has a cincture as elegant
as the zone round the waist of a Hebe, from which the
curves of the dome grow gently outwards and upwards.
It is bulb-shaped, and seems as if about to float away into
the azure, so light and delicate its form. The whole of the
beautiful pile is of polished marble. Though so large, it is
covered with ornaments designed in various coloured marble.
Over the noble entrances and windows are long texts
from the Koran, inlaid in black marble — a piece of ingenuity
that at a short distance gives the idea of the white building
being perforated, and thus adding to the lightness of the struc-
ture. Another effective artifice consists in the gateway being
of dark red sandstone, after gazing at which your eye turns
with renewed freshness to the contrasting whiteness of the Taj.
Going inside, we were in a twilight beneath a lofty dome, which
possesses marvellous resonance. Ordinary conversation is re-^
produced higbiup in the dim vault as mimic thunder. A vocal
note soars overhead in a sound like the long drawn note of a
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violin, so clear and prolonged is it, and dies away in a diminu-
endo so gradual as to form an invaluable lesson to a vocalist
You cannot tell when the vibrations cease — they seem to dim-
inish to an audible silence. We sang one full chord, and it
hovered in the dome in sweetest harmony. The most tuneless
voice would be transformed into angelic strains by the magic
spell of the Taj. In the centre of this rotunda is a stone screen,
within which are the tombs of Shah Jehan and his Queen.
These are not the true tombs, the latter lying in a vault below,
but are monumental sarcophagi. They are of purest marble,
covered with designs of flowers and leaves, inlaid in sapphire,
agate, cornelian, amethyst, jasper, chalcedony, onyx, and lapis-
lazuli. Nothing can be imagined more ingenious than the way
in which the subtle shading of stalks and buds has been pro-
duced by the blending of the various precious stones. Every
inch of these tombs, and the screen which surrounds them, is
covered with this microscopic mosaic work. A strange piece
of folly has lately been perpetrated inside the Taj, an ostrich
egg having actually been hung in space, so as to show the ex-
act centre of the dome ! As was the case at all the objects of
interest in India, we were pestered for "baksheesh." The re-
quests in this instance came from two fellows who were pre-
sumably the custodians of the tombs, and who could not be sa-
tisfied under two rupees. We then went to the real tombs be-
low, which were duplicates of the cenotaphs above, being over-
laid with the same intricate ornamentation. One feels a little
disappointment with the interior of the Taj. This superb sep-
ulchre occupied seventeen years in its erection, and cost
£lyOOO,ooo sterling. As we were leaving, we could not refrain
from turning again and again to have one more lingering look,
and we wafted towards it a farewell kiss of our hands, as if it
had been a dear old friend. The memory of it so haunted us,
that after dinner we walked out to see the Taj by moonlight
When two or three hundred yards off, its snowy dome rose
detached like a balloon above the bazaar smoke and evening
mists. Entering the gateway we beheld the nob^e building, like
the lovely ghost of its former self, looming in a calm, wan gran-
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^eur. The moon was almost vertical, and as it illuminated the
upper part of the dome, gave it a buoyant rotundity that had an
indescribable charm. The Taj looked like a floating palace at
the end of that long sombre avenue. As we walked down in
the dense shade of the trees, the fairy vision seemed to be
gliding away from us; but presently we stood on the noble
terrace, our eyes bewildered by the flood of white light
reflected from the broad marble pavement But for the
delicious balminess of the evening, we could have fancied
ourselves treading a plateau of snow. Above us rose the pale
alabaster walls, and higher still the white marble globe, soaring
into the bright starry heavens. It was a scene of ravishing
beauty. We seated ourselves by the raised fountain in the
avenue, and feasted 6ur eyes upon the Taj, drinking in its
loveliness, and all the elevating thoughts it stirs within mind
and heart The Taj, built by " infidel " hands, has touched all
that is purest in art and noblest in religion.
Our advent in these up-country stations occasioned a good
deal of surprise to many, such a large party being a rarity.
Making enquiries in Calcutta as to the prospects of a
professional company in the far north-west, we had been told
that most of the concert-parties who came to India " got stuck "
in the large Presidency towns. However, we found many
^* shows" in these small stations, most of them " single-handed."
Amongst others was a conjuror, a ventriloquist, and a third
who gave a light vocal entertainment In addition to these
was a gentleman, accompanied by a young lady, who
announced themselves in large letters as " The Royal English
Variety Comedy Company!" Moreover, most of the canton-
ments had some performer hanging about them for weeks,
" working up " the different messes, co-operating with the local
amateur theatricals, and getting each night the patronage of
some officer more or less distinguished. The good folks of
India are fully alive to the value of patronage. Our daring in
going through the country without patronage excited no small
wonder. Sever|il times we were congratulated as ^ lucky " in
drawing such large houses without the benign auspices of this
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or that colonel. I remember calling with an advertisement on
the editor of the ** Ragpore Gushette," and being greeted with
"Well, have you been round to see the people?" "The
people ! " I echoed. " Yes," said he, " all the big people of the
station — Doctor Black, Major Boggs of Thunder Bungalow,.
Captain Laws, our cantonment magistrate, and lots of others —
you should hunt them all up, and ask them to come and hear
you — they won't budge out unless you do, I tell you I** Our
tickets were generally for sale at the store of a general
merchant, and it was amusing to hear the conversation between
the public and the " box-keeper." The young man behind the
counter would say, " Well, Mr. Johnstone, are you going to the
concert to-night?" "Oh, I don't know — is — Mr. White
going?" "No-o-o, he's not taken ticCets ^^/." "Well, I'll
just drive round and see if he's to be there, and then I'll let
you know." " Shall I reserve some seats for you, Mr. Jones ?**
" Yes ; but they must be in the third row, and I want to sit
behind Miss Robinson, and she wanted me to ask if you could
get a footstool for her ; and is it off the draught?" etc, etc.,
etc.
Another amusing thing was the red-tapeism connected with
the securing of halls. On one occasion I sent a letter I2CX>
miles to a municipal secretary, who wrote back stating I ought
to apply to the deputy-commissioner, — there being thus 3,600
miles of correspondence entailed by the first gentleman not
seeing fit to hand my letter to his brother-official, who was
next door to him in the same building ! I have now before me
a bundle of letters, in connection with one of these up-country
stations. The gentleman acting for us in that place sent in an
application for the hall, and received Document No. i : —
" Scribblcbad Municipal Office— To J. Smith, Esq.— B. No.
7,922 — Dated Jan. 2 — Memo : In reply to his No. 282 of this
day's date, intimates that his application for the use of the
Assembly Rooms will be laid before the President of the
Municipal Committee, and his reply will be duly communicated^
— Augustus B. Fitzpatrick, Secretary Municipal Com-
mittee."
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After waiting eight days and no reply forthcoming, our
agent wrote again, and was rewarded with the following lucid
despatch : —
** Scribblebad Municipal Office — To J. Smith, Esq.— Dated
Jan. 1 1 — B. No. 8,280 — Memo : In reply, has the honour to
state that Mr. Kennedy may have the use of the Assembly
Room for the night of the 28th inst Undersigned will speak
to the President about giving them the use of the hall. —
Augustus B. Fitzpatrick, Secretary, Municipal Com-
mittee."
It was not till eleven days afterwards, upon renewed writing
on the part of Mr. Smith, that this satisfactory epistle
arrived : —
" Scribblebad Municipal Office— To J. Smith, Esq.— Dated
22nd Jan. — B. No. 9,895 — Sir, In reply to your No. 298 of the '
1 2th inst., I have the honour to intimate that the President of
the Municipal Committee has granted the use of the Assembly
Room for the night of the 28th inst to Mr. Kennedy, — Yours
faithfully, AUGUSTUS B. FiTZPATRiCK, Secretary, Municipal
Committee."
There was a still further despatch to the effect that " the
rent did not include seating, lighting, or attendance of hall-
keeper." Then when the affair seemed settled, poor Mr. Smith
was plunged into another sea of correspondence in the matter
of bill-posting, which he was told could not on any account be
allowed. He sent in a petition to the proper quarter, and
received a letter : —
" On Her Majesty's Service — Government of India — To J.
Smith, Esq. — Sir, I would suggest Mr. Kennedy advertising
by hand-bills, as there are so few boards in the station for
* posters.' — Believe me, yours faithfully, P. W. Seymour."
Another letter from our agent produced this important con-
cession.
" Government of India — Scribblebad, Jan. 23, 1880— To J.
Smith, Esq. — Sir, You are at liberty to put up posters on tliye
boards for the purpose, but not pn the walls. — ^Yours fr'**
P. W. Seymour."
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It turned out that this consent was only partial, as it had to
be ratified by the police authorities. Again our friend wrote,
and the answer came graciously as follows : —
" Scribblebad, Jan, 24, 1880— Sir, There is no objection to
notices being posted at the places set apart for that purpose.
— ^Yours faithfully, G. Simpkins, Deputy-Superintendent of
Police."
Then the mind of Mr. Smith attained well-earned repose !
Another railway trip, this time of iii miles, landed us at
Delhi, about a thousand miles north-west of Calcutta. At
Delhi the train actually rushes through a cleft in the walls,
with cannon-embrasures on either side, as if the train were
•crossing a draw-bridge. It is a strongly fortified city, its red
granite ramparts, battlemented and turreted, circling five miles
and a-half. It has a most fanatical Mahometan populace —
tall, muscular men, who scorn to salaam, and who swagger
with an air unknown to the weaker race of lower Bengal.
Every two or three hundred miles you go up-country," you
observe the inhabitants becoming more independent and
robust
We visited the Fort, well worth the visit, and Jimi Musjid,
another notable building of Delhi, and the most imposing
mosque in India.
The principal street of Delhi is the Chandi Chowk, or Street
of Silver, a mile long and 120 feet broad, with trees running
down the centre of it It is full of fine native shops, and here
in the afternoons may be seen the native gentlemen on their
horses, the gay trappings of which seem to be rivalling the
gaudy robes of their riders. One day we saw an English
missionary preaching in the same street, with a considerable
crowd round him ; a hundred yards off, a *' moulvie," or
Mahometan propagandist, expounding the Koran; and still
further down the street, a Hindoo priest " holding forth " on
the Shasters. In Chandi Chowk stands the Museum Hall, in
which we gave our concerts — a splendid pile, with great seating
accommodation, so as to fit it for " durbars," or native meetings.
While we were there, the building was used through the day
Lahore. 365
as a native municipal court, presided over by a native magis-
trate, while native petitioners and persons appearing in answer
to summons, sat in motley groups on the spacious floor. As
our audiences in India were drawn entirely from the white
population, a place was estimated by us according to the size
of the British station or cantonments. Delhi, though a house-
hold name, has very few European residents. At the concerts
we had several wealthy natives hearing us, and yawning
audibly and sincerely at pieces not humorous. We remarked
to one European gentleman that we had a pretty good house.
"Good!" said he "you couldn't have a better — everybody s
here!''
The train to Lahore was crowded with troops for Afghan-
istan. We had as travelling companions an. officer and his
wife, who had just returned from England. At the station
where the train " dined " the military gentleman borrowed ten
rupees from us, as he had got " stumped out" We met in
India with a good deal of what might be called temporary
impecuniosity. People never seem to carry money about with
them, which was very awkward, for instance, at the hall-door.
A major or a lieutenant would step up. "Ticket, please."
" Got no ticket 1 " " Well, you can pay here, it's all the same."
" Got no money ! " " Couldn't some friend here oblige you ? "
" Oh, never mind, here's my card ; but you'll have a difficulty
finding my bungalow, — its a mile and a-half from here ! " It
never struck them they might send the money to us ! There
were many cases of this kind in an evening, and more than
once we have had to leave behind us uncollected £2 or £%^
our only equivalent for a sheaf of I O U'S and visiting-cards.
In the majority of cases, however, these did not degenerate
into bad debts.
Lahore is 1300 miles from Calcutta. The railway station is
a fine building in imitation of a castle, and was constructed so
as to be used for purposes of defence. This is a very
important railway centre. When there is a " mela," or holy
fair, the traffic is immense. Double-storied carriages are put
on, each holding a hundred natives. Sometimes a train carries
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2700 pilgrims, packed in carriages and trucks. The same fare
is charged for both descriptions of vehicle, but the native does
not care, so long as he can get on. There are twenty or
thirty trains a-day, at festival times, representing a traffic of
40,000 or 5O9OOO people. The natives were the most robust
and independent we had seen. Amongst them were many of
the redoubtable Sikhs, who strode past us with high-shouldered
swagger and stare that would have been resented as imperti-
nent but for its bold haughtiness. The European community are
very social and hospitable. We had four bumper audiences,
and on two occasions, the Lieutenant-Governor attended —
unasked, though by no means the less welcome. On Sunday
we went to what was called the Union Church, composed of
Dissenters — Free, U.P., Methodists, and Congregationalists.
The numbers of each sect being too limited to allow of
separate churches, they very sensibly combine, as is the case in
several of the up-country stations. The congregation was
largely composed of half-castes, and the minister a Scotsman,
with whom we afterwards spent a very pleasant evening.
One afternoon we played lawn-tennis at a friend's house,
afterwards strolling through the public gardens in the dusk, and
returning to our host's to dinner. There we met, amongst
other people, a young lady who was rather outspoken in her
views of up-country society. She said she liked India so much
better than England, because a girl got far more attention.
**Here," said she, "there's six gentlemen to every lady!"
We had been told that young ladies are very soon spoilt in
India ; they get so much flattery that their heads are turned.
A Calcutta gentleman once said to me in a half-mournful way :
" You see that girl over there ? In Scotland she and I were
great friends, but here, she won't condescend to look at me !"
This aforementioned young lady of Lahore was rather
displeased when I asked her how she endured the hot
weather. She bridled up and said she *' didn't know, as she
always spent the summer at the Hills." I had " put my foot
in it," for no one with any pretensions to being a lady ever
A Picnic at Shalimar. 367
does such a vulgar thing as h've in the plains during the hot
season !
A few days afterwards, in company with these friends, we
went to a pic-nic at Shalimar, three miles distant, the princely
garden of the great Mogul emperor, Shah Jehan, the same who
built the Taj at Agra and the Jami Musjid at Delhi. It is half-
a-mile long, and has three terraces rising one above the other.
It boasts numerous fountains, besides numerous jets d'eau
throughout the grounds. Coming from the hot dusty roads, it
was cool and refreshing to rest the eye on the delightful vel-
vety sward, bosky shrubbery, and shady avenues, the green
bushes swarming with still brighter green parrots, and through
the verdure gleaming the white marble of the fountains. We
sat under the trees and gossipped for a quarter of an hour. A
pariah-dog sniffed round us in a radius of al)out twenty feet, so
timid that it fled even from a look. The children of our party,
however, could approach without frightening the poor hungry
beast. At a signal from our host, we retired to another part
of the gardens, where lo ! the busy native servants had set up
a table in the wilderness, with a clean white cloth, table-nap-
kins, wines, bounteous dishes, and chairs in order. It was as
comfortable as dining in-doors, with the added charm of the
bright blue sky. We were soon so intent on the viands that
the pariah-cur forgot its shyness, and scrambled amongst
us for the fragments.
The weather proved rather cold during our up-country tour.
In the very early morning the air felt chilly and searching, but
the sun was not long in waxing strong. The noontide is al-
ways hot in India ; it is only the shade that seems to vary.
Your hands and feet may be bitter cold, but at the same time
you require to wear a sola-topee.
In our up-country tour we had one servant with us — ^not
Gollam Hossein, but a brother of his — a boy who was surely
some relation of the fat boy in " Pickwick," for he was capable
of any amount of sleep. There the analogy ended, however, he
being thin as a skeleton. His face was pinched, his eyes lus-
treless, his hands and feet as small and delicate as a girl's. He
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could not hold up against the cold of indoors, so in his plenti-
ful leisure moments he would sun himself on the verandah^
or curl up in a corner in a shapeless heap beneath a
load of blankets. After serving at breakfast, he would
vanish for three hours, and re-appear with the statement:
" I've had my food, mas'r." Then he would sit down and com-
mence darning some hole in his coat or pants, an operation
that speedily ended in his letting his head drop between his
knees, sound asleep. He would awake dazed for lunch, and
afterwards " moon " about for a little while, with a show of
arranging papers in one's room, or putting the looking-glass at
a proper angle, or heaving up his faculties to stick the comb
into the hair-brush. Then he would mutter to himself, and
leave with the air of doing something he had forgotten. A
few minutes afterwards, in going out at the door, you would
stumble over his prone carcass, snoring across the threshold.
Once a week he could be seen with a scrap of paper on his
knee, a pointed stick in his right hand, and an ink-bottle in his
left, painfully scratching a letter in Hindostanee to his wife.
He was a most faithful husband, and was always talking about
his wife. In Bombay he went the length of buying her a
showy new dress, which he requested "Mem Sahib" to take
care of till his return to Calcutta. Upon our arrival there, we
were astonished to hear from Gollam Hossein that "his brother"
was 7tot married. This may have been a fib on Gollam's part,
for Truth is not a bosom friend of the natives. We even began
to doubt if Gollam was the other fellow's brother, there being
not the slightest family resemblance. We had had occasion to
suspect Gollam before this. One day he came with a story
that his sister was dead, and that he wanted leave of absence
for the day. A short time afterwards he again desired a
holiday, as his sister was about to be married. " But didn't
she die last week ? " " Oh no, masV it was my mother!" The
mortality amongst your boy's relatives is alarming. It is a
good servant whose father does not die more than three times
a-year.
On the whole, the " boy " was not of very great service.
A "Mean White." 369
True, he did not cost much, as he always travelled third class,
one farthing a-mile. Second class is three farthings, and first
class 2id. a-mile. This is cheap railway-travelling, but the
mileage rate would require to be low, as the distances from
place to place are so great. For instance, we travelled from'
Bombay to Jubbulpore — 616 miles, nearly as far as from
Land's End to John o' Groat's — -sang there one night, and next
day started for Lucknow, distant 405 miles. Thus, to sing in
two places we journeyed 102 1 miles. Two or three times we
had distances of 306 miles, and 130 miles was a frequent and,
as it seemed, an easy stage. Altogether, we travelled 440$.
miles of Indian railway.
Our longest journey was from Lahore down to Allahabad, 713.
miles, occupying 37 hours. We left the capital of the Punjaub in
the evening, and early next forenoon passed Meerut, ever-famous-
as the scene of the outbreak of the great Mutiny — a wide-spread
cantonment, with the stern miUtaiy lines marshalling out from
behind the trees as the train rolls past All that day we
travelled through the heat and dust Night closing in, we-
stretched ourselves out, each occupying a whole seat, with
pillow and blankets, and enjoyed a thorough sleep. The train
arrived at Cawnpore at one A.M., when I was awakened by the-
landlord of the hotel there, who had kindly brought us a con-
siderable sum which he had received from the barracks in pay-
ment of soldiers' tickets at our concert. At half-past six in
the morning we reached Allahabad, where we gave a farewell
concert The weather here had been rather warm for the cool
season, the temperature a few days previously being 138-
degrees in the sun and 80 degrees in the shade. But now
there had come a great storm of thunder and lightning, with
tempestuous showers, the first rain we had seen in India,
for four months. During the forenoon I happened to be in one
of the leading stores of the station, when a "mean white" made
his appearance at the counter. His ragged clothes displayed
the fact of his having no shirt He was damp, tremulous, and
smelling of whisky ; but his voice and manner were those of a
gentleman. " For God's sake, give me assistance," he gasped^
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feebly holding on to one of the show-cases. "Go to the
Charitable Institution," cried the ashamed and displeased
assistant ** Oh," pleaded the unfortunate, ** Oh, but I'm ill—
oh, for the love of heaven, g^ive me a stimulating draught"
^ Go to the hospital, it's just a short way off." "^But I couldn't
walk that, distance" (sinking into a chair) — ^''give me some
medicine ; I've got rheumatics — been sleeping out in the wet"
" Been getting drunk, that's what is the matter with you ! "
However, the fellow was taken to the dispensary counter, where
a bitter was administered. He quaffed it, and tottered off to a
house some hundred yards down the road, where I heard him
beg piteously, not for drink, medicine, or work, but " for the
love of heaven, rupees I" Imperial India has its, tramp.
Next day we travelled to Dinapore, where we again gave a
concert As before, we took up quarters in the railway
refreshment-room. A fearful storm broke out towards evening,
the rain falling in dense sheets, and the lightning being ex-
tremely vivid. Our three-mile drive to the cantonment theatre
in the evening was not without mishap, as might well have
been expected in that inky blackness. We had not driven for
five minutes, when the wretched horse, half swerving, half
blown by the gale, dragged the equally frail gharry into a
ditch. Luckily this happened near a stable, where we got a
fresh horse. An hour and a-half were consumed in travelling
these three miles ; but we were rewarded by the spectacle of
an unexpectedly large and sympathetic audience of redcoats.
The following afternoon we left for Calcutta, arriving there
about six next morning. This second visit was fully as enjoy-
able as the first, many pleasant friendships being now
established. We gave a fortnight of farewell concerts, meeting
with warm sympathy from large audiences. The weather was
much hotter than during our first season. We sailed from
Calcutta for England on the 2d March, our friends, one and all
envying us the chance of escaping the great heat We had
made use of every moment of the "cool" season, and felt some-
what like cowards flying from India with Old Sol singeing our
heels. Partings were said to Calcutta friends. Our two
Farewell to our "Boys."
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" boys " came to the wharf to see us off! We were about to
^hake hands with them, when we recollected that was not
Oriental, so we waved good-bye in answer to their graceful and
repeated salaams. Poor Gollam Hossein and his brother
seemed much affected at the parting, their last words being : —
■" God know, we be glad to see you back here again."
3/2 Singing Round the World.
CHAPTER XXVI.
Madras — Ceylon — The Cinghalese — Aden — Sues and Fort Said — A Maltese
Monastery — Gibraltar to Southampton.
In four days the " Mirzapore " was lying off Madras. It had
been a great desire of ours to sing there, but no hall was
available. As seen from the steamer, Madras did not present
a ver>- favourable appearance, — an open roadstead, with a long
glaring sandy beach, and behind it one or two large edifices
standing uncomfortably in the scorching sun. Round the
" Mirzapore ** were gathered numbers of coal-lighters, manned
by coolies so coolly clad as to excite the envy of the broiling
passengers. The clothes of those natives consisted of a small
piece of rag in front and another piece behind, hung round the
waist by a string so thin that on a side-view the men looked
wholly nude. Well might a horrified Scotsman exclaim :
"Michty ! a yaird o' calico wad clothe the nation !" I thought
that in the course of a rather exhaustive experience of
Australian, Maori, and Pacific Island craft, one might know
something of adventurous sailing ; but it all went for nothing
when I saw the Madrassie sitting in a small scooped-out log,
and navigating the heavy swell with a single rude paddle.
Seven or eight of these men hovered about the steamer, which
lay fully half-a-mile from the shore. Further out still were
bobbing a number more, all that was seen being the man him-
self, a black speck now and again half hidden by the roll. One
close to the steamer was so daring as to stand up in his frail
canoe, posing like a " bare-back " circus performer as he rode
the billows. His ** clothes" were drenched, and it would take
him full five minutes to dry them over a spirit-lamp when he
got home. A passenger came on here — a young man suffering
from lightness of the head caused by sunstroke, which
frequently led him to mistake the saloon-bar for the doctor's
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-cabin. Poor fellow! he was nicknamed "the Viceroy," by
reason of his pompous talk ; " Captain Bags," because of his
ample trousers ; and "Old Blasphemy," from the oaths he used
to let drop between the puffs of his after-dinner cigar.
Numerous babies toddled and sprawled about the deck, each
with its attendant " ayah." A chattering pack these ayahs
were, with flowing red robes, wide rings in their noses, and
heavy anklets clanking at their heels.
Four days' sail from Madras over sunny seas brought us
within sight of Ceylon, its coast-line fringed with the graceful
cocoa-nut palm, and verdant hills and richly timbered moun*
tains, towering far in the interior. We were soon in the
beautiful bay of Point de Galle. Its tropical vegetation,
circling wooded heights, and far-stretching purple ranges made
up an enchanting picture. The " Mirzapore " had scarce
dropped anchor, when there buzzed round her a swarm of
"catamarans," the safest canoe ever built It has a weighty
log floating parallel with the boat at the end of two heavy
outriggers, which prevent anything like a capsize. We were
taken on shore in a lai^e Custom " gig," by a friend who had
invited us to dine with him. His house being a mile or two
inland, our journey was continued in a " bandy," a kind of
covered-in dc^-cart on four wheels.
The drive through Point de Galle was most interesting.
Though almost a hundred years have passed since the Dutch
rule ceased in Ceylon, many traces of their occupation still
remain. There are the Fort, some Dutch houses, and an old
Dutch church, besides a marked Dutch flavour about the
people. There are a good many Dutch, and these are as a rule
well-to-do bui^hers. The buildings are large and one-storied,
with a verandah extending along the whole front To a
cursory observer the Cinghalese are all of one sex — female!
The men wear their hair long, and coiled in a knot at the back
— the feminine resemblance being increased by their wearing
ear-rings, and by the large tortoiseshell crop-comb pushed
back from the brow. Then they wear petticoats — not a mere
kilt, or a robe, or a shawl, but absolute petticoats. If an
374 Simgimg Rammd tie WarU,
inhabitant is walking in front of jou, it is impossible to tdl
whether it is a man or his wife: Yon see a little girl trippii^
before yoo, and yoo revel in the delightful pictnie till she tarns
oot to be a boy, and ^ slai^ " yoo ToInUy as 3^00 drive pasL
An el^;ant maiden, with erect carriage and weU-formed feet
and ankles, is going along the road hraring a pitcher on her
head Towards her comes a youth with a cigar in his mouth.
A bright look steab over his lace as he beholds her. Ah, love^
love! it is a gentle thing! Their heads meet, no doubt in
tender greeting, and you drive up to find that the sweet maiden
is a man too, giving the other fellow a light from his cheroot.
Our journey through Point de Galle was in this way one con-
tinuous fraud, and we got tired, after a while, conferring
softened glances upon men with peaked beards, and gradoos
smiles on old ladies who would persist in becomii^ grand-
fathers.
The way to our friend's house lay for some distance along
the mail-road from Galle to Colombo. This is a superb avenue
of seventy miles of cocoa-nut trees — ^^I'inding by the sea-shore,
and its sylvan beauty reminding us more of a palm-section in
a botanical garden than a practical, every-day country road.
We reached the bungalow of our host, who ^I'as an Irishman,
and were introduced to his wife, a young lady from Melbourne.
Previous to dinner, we lay in the depths of canvas chairs in the
broad cool verandah, with bosky masses of shrubbery and trees,
fresh, cool, and green, shutting in the foreground. Cattle
roamed about, a cow breaking its way through a hedge of the
compound, and drawing down upon itself the railing of one
of the Tamil **boys" about the place. A she-man, with a
super-excellent comb and irreproachable coiffure, announced
dinner, and presently we were engaged in a sumptuous repast,
under the auspices of a broad-sweeping punkah, and attended
by several petticoated men-waiters.
Next morning the sky was laden with thunderous clouds,
and squalls of blinding rain fell at frequent intervals. Under
the poop awning of the steamer, had gathered crowds of those
vendors and touters who persecute the passenger at ^voty
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port Here were sellers of tortoiseshell combs, tiny ivory-
elephants, gold rings and workboxes. Dealers, too, in
"precious" stones, suavest and most successful of rascals — fit
deceivers of the silly dupes who believe they can buy a cut
diamond for fifteen shillings, an emerald for twelve, or a topaz
for ten. One deluded passenger showed me a " gold Albert,"
for which he had just paid £^. The burning desire in
human nature to expend money on worthless bargains, reaches-
its highest development on board a P. & O. steamer at a port-
of-call. Ivory made of cow-bone ; gold rings from Birming-
ham ; pasteboard sun-hats ; brass-plated pewter ; tipless ostrich
feathers ; glass brilliants ; tortoiseshell made of shellac and
glue ; cashmere shawls from Coventry — all equally tempt the
omnivorous spendthrift tourist.
The branch steamers from Japan and Australia steamed
into the bay, and after taking on board a crowd of passengers^
the "Mirzapore" steamed away into the Indian Ocean, on the
long stretch of 2134 miles to Aden. Amongst those aboard
there was a missionary from Yokohama, with his two little
boys, who spoke Japanese fluently ; a planter from Java ; a
German professor, returning from the Australian Exhibition ;.
four or five gentlemen, members of a Cable Company, home-
ward bound after laying a line from Australia to Singapore ;.
a prison chaplain from Melbourne ; a gentleman from Sydney
interested in the cause of frozen meat ; and an English lord,
who affected seedy garb and lounged all day in lonely dignity,
A number of the passengers were musical, and we had singing
and pianoforte-playing nightly, the lamp-lighted, canvas-roofed
poop making a pleasant concert-room in the balmy evenings.
In nine days from Ceylon we reached Aden, an English
military station in the heart of an extinct crater, and one of
the hottest spots on the face of the earth. Reliable persons-
say there is only a sheet of brown paper between Aden and
Hades. The natives, Soumalis as they are called, look half-
singed, their yellow hair standing out like a frizzled mop.
They are a tall, wild-looking race, with a mixture of greed and
cruelty in their eye. Water is scarce in Aden, as it rains about
37^ Sv^img Rmad ihe JTcrUL
Cray tbxec jnears. There is hanfiy agreen Ha>r;> :t ^
ts> be 9cc:l Aboizt the only objects of intercsi ar*
* Tanks.'' tea or trdve in immber, stoatcd is a gpcst :vv=r-
looking the tovn. These are built of solid stooe. Ifk* f zr=mi£-
taoc^ and can h>jd two or tibree years' soppuy of
is czrraed down zo Aden by dcmkej-s and rar^eSs. 3
tibe xarfr* rccth, in small boats, gathered round r:e fezizzcr.
saoctf:^ altenzateiy in high and low yoke, and
icisstx:^ like a steas-pomp : * H AB-A-DHt — <x/~j
HAB-A-DI\T:— ixr-«w&r^,— HAB-A-DIXT;— iiT-j
Flash! wect a sfxperxs in the vater, and in cos ^:=L-r2r3aI
spiasa disappeared a score of the Ifrtle code "yeCir^-hzfrsf
"^ their tmzipet-shaped xnooths coming cp
scriace wr± due ererlastin^ crv, *^ H AB-A-DrVE— <^--^xr7<t'
as if the%' had been savi:^ it al! the time thev
davs later we were at Suez, in
^ o« * * • • * _
down the Red Sea. The whirrcs were alive w:±. s:- iirsri-
dresstd in htaLvy hooded greaiccats as protectfcr. £r:ci ibi
bfttcr momir.g air. A large sectfs- cf groucc was Gocwji^it: zy
their tents, in front of which the den were p::t:iri<.:.iiljr
grouped- Close to the troop-ship were squatted a Icc^ ri-v if
heav:Iy-:roned convicts of varfo-is races — Kurds. Arabs. H^.7-
tians, Algerians, and Turks — waiting to do coclie --:rk :c
board. Here we took en more passengers— one of them in jli
man of eight>--three years of age — a Scotsman, who had f:c^t
at Waterloo, and was now making a tour of the world. V."hit
a number of old soldiers we met in cur travels 1 I had a nl::^t
interesting talk widi the veteran, and his communicativene?^
helped to relieve the monotony of the Suez Canal He I^'t
the steamer at Port Said, as he ii-as bound for the Holy Lane,
and, deaf to the courteous quarter-master, shouldered his ccrt-
manteau himself, exclaiming, *" I'm a young man ycL"" Pc-t
Said, the northern terminus of the Canal, was a most unsa-
vour}pIace — a combination cf French, Arab,andElgp>tian. The
streets were lined nith tobacconists' di\'ans, rapacious curio-
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dealers, cheap and nasty photograph sellers, and other ill-fla-
voured shops ; while along the pavements crawled loafers of all
Eastern races, sailors of every clime, and Arab boys touting
in English, French, and Hindostanee for dens of infamy.
Port Said is a mushroom growth of yesterday, and presents
all the worst features of a " new diggings."*
We stayed but an hour or so here. The island of Malta, a
thousand miles distant, was reached in four da3rs. Valetta,
the capital, has a noble harbour, lined with fine buildings,
towers, and fortifications. Many traces of the old Knights of
St John are to be found here, as one toils up the hilly streets
of the city. We had time to visit the famed Church of St
John, and a Capuchin monastery with large catacombs, which
we were determined to see. In the Capuchin Chapel we were
accosted by a monk — an old fellow with rough bristly chin,
coarse flabby features, a shaven pate, and a large paunch. He
was attired in a dirty brown vestment, and round his middle
(one could not call it " waist ") was tied a piece of new clothes-
rope, the only clean thing about him. He had a dirt>%
blinking, crafty look in his eye, and as he waddled his barrel-
body, one could not believe he had a soul above beer. Had he
been seen driving a brewer's dray he would have occasioned
no remark. This " holy friar," with a stump of candle in one
hand and a bunch of keys in the other,, led us to what
resembled a spirit-vault He opened the door, which disclosed
a flight of stone steps ; then he locked it behind us, and we
groped our way by the guttering taper. He paused, and held
the light towards a niche in the wall There stood an upright
corpse ! Further on, another — another — and another ! — dozens
of them, all standing sentry in these recesses, and each
supported under the elbows by a cross piece of wood. They
had all originally been placed in attitudes of devotion, but the
grinning heads now hung limp behind the clasped hands, and
some who had been posed in an ecstacy of strong faith had
toppled sidelong into the comic plight of a *' drunk and
incapable." The cowl and gown of the defunct still remained,
but had collapsed upon the shrunken body. The bones stood
2fS Singing Round the World.
out boldly through the cloak, the dust of years lying in thick
ridges on the ribs, like snow-drift on a railing. Our
unceremonious guide held the candle close under the chins of
the dead, frizzling up the cobwebs that now did duty as
whiskers, and making the spiders start out of the eyes. The
mouth resembled a burst cricket-ball — gaping, dusty, and full
of leather-like stuffing. The close light of the candle caused
the faces to stand out weirdly in the surrounding darkness, —
all of them with musty smiles of their parchment features, as if
produced by some grim joke of the charnel-house passed along
the ranks. One reverend brother had been standing sniggering
there since 1620. Fancy a chuckle 260 years old ! These were
the bodies of the saints who had died in the monastery — ^their
names being put on tickets hung alongside the bodies, as if the
latter had been museum-specimens. Whenever one of these
.Capuchin monks depart this life, it is the rule for the oldest
mummy to courteously make way for the new-comer, the
former being henceforth put on a shelf. " Ah 1" said our guide,
heaving a corpulent sigh, "one day I shall stand there too !"
We thought he would have to wait a long time till he thinned
down sufficiently to be inserted in one of these niches. After
thoroughly seeing this human wax-work exhibition, we
ascended the stairs, preceded by our pious Falstaffi He hung
about with greedy eyes till we had given him a gratuity ; then
rolled up the chapel -aisle, and presently was chanting an "Ave
Maria" with his fellow-monks.
After some days* enjoyable sailing on the calm Mediter-
ranean, the "Mirzapore"' was lying beneath the frowning
heights and defences of Gibraltar, the first of the three great
fortified stations — Gibraltar, Malta, and Aden — that guard our
highway to the East Leaving the historical ** Rock," we
steamed through the Straits that form the entrance to the
Mediterranean — ^the "Pillars of Hercules,** or Atlas group,
12,000 feet high, on the African side, and on the other shore
the lofty Sierras of Spain. In five days from "Gib" we reached
Southampton, happily concluding a five-weeks' voyage from
Calcutta.
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My father, mother, and sisters had left the " Mirzapore ^ at
Suez, crossed the Desert, and taken steamer for Italy. Pro-
ceeding to Milan, they were met by my sister Marjory and
my brothers Robert and James, who were then engaged in the
study of Italian vocal method. Before returning home, a
concert was organized, at which my father sang Scottish songs
to the evident delight of the Italians, who, though they might
not fully understand the words, could fully appreciate those
" touches of nature *' which " make the whole world kin."
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